Morning Stars

I can't help wondering
Where the stars go in the morning

Why the sun has to shine so brightly

In my tired eyes.

I can't help wondering

Why traffic is so loud

Why people can't just cut it out

And let me sleep

Per chance to dream

Why don't they run out of steam?

Like I do

Why can't I run on empty

Like they do?

I'm empty and crashing

On this mattress on my bed

I can't help wondering

Why so many calls go unanswered

Why ignorance is bliss to them

Why I can't allow myself that freedom

Of skipping out of the office

And taking long vaccations

Sipping from this tall cold glass

Of imperfection

While being satisfied

I can't help wondering

Why window washers whistle

Maybe they are just as afraid

Of height as I am

Swinging from a stage

Standing on a ledge

Peering through open curtains

Until the glass has dried

I can't help wondering

Why roses don't sell themselves

Why valentines day is about chocolate

Even though I had my fill at easter

And halloween months before

I can't help wondering

Why cheesecake

is always so damn delicious

No matter what kind it is

No matter how many times

I tell myself that this is my last piece

But I always want to have one more