Blue morning

A poem

Blue morning,

blue morning takes my mind;
Give me a reason to wake I don't see one,
life isn't worth the pain;
What a thing we call life,
time is really just what we create.

Good things come and go
life is just something that is watered and grows;
only to blow like dust in the wind when the soil that you sprang out of erodes.

Though give life time and you will see
it is a gift that we are here at all,
for the chances of us ever existing were so very small.