Morning Here

I finally woke From a slumber I was slowly lettin' go I was in the median From the atrium I looked across the road Nothings planned Find something scintillating And reel it in Nothings shaped The way your pencil strokes 'Cause I'm in this room, everyday And nothings changed How if I think how I think Would I ever get to sleep? Hum a single note, imply everything's a joke It's not as solemn as it seems I wonder how you felt When you blessed me with this name Or when you watched me grow in 20 ways I wonder if you'd smile Or even shed a tear If I told about my Morning here