“when it’s blue out” a poem.
used to wake up when it was blue out
my favorite time of day (past tense)
when its quiet and the sun not ready yet
love the night more now,
still not a fan of the dark though
blinds are not enough to keep me asleep
these are the times im reminded the planet still moves with me
it continues to rotate
“make sure not to miss my turn”
favorite part is when i’m up before everyone else
now that’s changed
there are times i do not care to be around everything.
it all has gotten too much for me.
love it when its still blue outside
when i feel like i’m the only one awake
same for the night.
these are the only times i know how to concentrate.
now i wake up when the sun gets here, blinds still not enough to keep me asleep.