Through slightly closed curtains

Awakens the day

The chances, the options

Before it decays

 

With smell of fresh coffee

The blankets unveil

While dew's almost gone

You absorb the rays

 

You waste away moments

But is it a waste

If you're feeling happy

With life at this pace

 

Still unfinished plans

From all the lost days

Are getting forgotten

With dying day's haze

 

Trough slightly closed curtains

The moonlight takes place

The hope for tomorrow

Is all that remains