Morning Has Broken

Morning appears               wet,            naked street               bathed, both            expect to clear the            dirt of life ...            The weather warns for            do not leave home            and the windows not awaken            don't even pay attention ...            The routine still sleeps            knowing that I am still in my bed.             I didn't wake up to the fight ...             I dream of the best             times to come ... alive             in the landscapes of dreams             last daydreams ...             That's why I adore dreams,            we live what we never live ...             There is a knock on the door!            - Come on, the coffee is served ...!             Wow, reality ... this is something             I dislike ...!