Not So Good Morning

I dread the feeling of having to wake, Knowing the life I left behind, my heart breaks. I wish to touch those people and be there with them, always. I wish my dreams were where I spent my days. I can be anything and everyone I want, I could watch my heart break and get a new one. Even time stops when I want it. Even wings grow when I'm tired of walking. I've spent times there being super heroes, I've listened to my name in clearer echoes. I can go for weeks, months, years without dining, But then all that gets taken by these mornings. The words are like daggers to my mind, "good morning" I had hoped to sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and not put up with realistic anything. But then life goes on, lives go on from since every morning.