Sunshine, morning, midday light.
Again is come, to cause that fight.
That pushed, the show, it makes me strive.
The feeling within that I'm alive.
Glowing burning ball of heat in the sky!
It's daytime, time to go. I question why?
My mind cry is for my body to rest.
I like the night, that's when I'm my best.
Moving about in the heat of the day.
That's the time to sleep, and or play.
But man's says "and get up its time to move".
It seems that I can't get into that groove.
So sunshine, morning, daylights OK.
But why I can't I do it another way?