Beep

What is wrong with this world?
With all its beeps and sounds
I try to stop them but I
Couldn't stand my grounds

For, I, knew that I had to wake up
I must swallow all this annoyance
I take responsibility for others too
I need to hear them, make me enter a trance!

Soon, lights will come around
With all its blinding effect
And, the looking for the lost will start
And, once again, frustration will erect

The morning seems so hateful
I just could not understand
How my life started to be early
When i hate it, it's so bland

Morning comes, as it usually does
And one would think of me being brighter
But I can live it now, for I knew
That there will be fun, next, and after