Where're thou at night?

I wondered where I was at night, how deep and speedy was my flight that I don't know when midnight walked passed. In my little dead I know little or none but breathing the breath of life. In the morning I wondered how many legion of dreadful demons must have orchestrated the falls of gigantic mahogany in the night. We've been waken to live again but we think we deserve to live again. In the morning I wondered if I had died in my lonely room without soothsayer word who would've known I was gone. Probably my cadava would route and bust. In the morning I wondered the strange land I was that was too problem free with all easy smooth going life, one could desire to stay but nay. In the morning I thank God for one more day When I heard the songs of those joyous bird across the room. Sleeping is natural but where u were and how you manage to be back to ur woody self is lord's work. Be grateful every morning, some weren't opportune to be here again..