Hope

I woke up in the morning, the fourth hour of the clock.

Staring at the dark ceiling, for my eyes look like a block.

Turning my sides from left to right,

I can't find my phone to write on this plight.

There comes a call for the prayer today

Thankful am I for another day.

Waiting for the sun to barge in the sky,

To bathe in its fierce rays as summer stands by.

Hoping for a new flame to brighten my day,

To smile at the sky, an inspiration at bay.

I might fall asleep for the lecture ahead,

I may fall to the ground if luck knocks my head.