Morning Meditation

I find nothing to fill the emptiness, Of a very cold grey moment In the endless time of my waking up attempts, When feeling is painful and the morning is fogged, Time comes and goes as I try to understand, Understanding becomes big, huge as a true thing can be, Truth is relative they say, Points of view and ways to see, Interacting is so self defined, Perceptions float when empty seems deathlike, Silence in and out is not necessarily peace, Nothing is rational in a sleepy fogged mind, But the sun has no fault for this, So, I decide to get up from my warm bed, In a fogged, cold, grey and empty morning, Carry on my sleepy, fogged mind, With the conviction this certainly is a different day.