An Attempt To Be A Morning Person

Today all I have time to write is a poem,
Because all I wanted to do was further rest my dome.

This morning all I have time for is a quick smoke,
Because I do not know a morning without a toke,
To settle my stomach and calm my nerves,
And convince myself that this is something I deserve.

This moment all I have time for is a brief thought,
One that passes with the rising of the sun and leaves me caught,
Facing the rest of my day,
And wondering when the next chance would be for my mind to play.

But I accept this morning,
And I move on from that thought.
I attempt to appreciate the moment,
Because the day goes on no matter what I do,
And presents an option to lose or choose.