In my good good morning
I'm up before the sun can bring,
early morning, and everyone
like a shiny thing.

All my angels appear
before my window saying
"good morning"
in my good morning

In my good, good morning
I feel before my thoughts all spring.
Am I conscious or
is this my unconscious being
No more like a dream than a
God before my conscious saying
"Good morning" in my good morning?

In my good, good morning
I'm up before the sun can bring,
Early morining, and Everyone like a shiny
thing.
No more like a dream, then a God before
my conscious saying