Poem in the shower

It is morning, so early, awake

The city just woke up in chaos

At this time, their smiles are all fake

But later, we shall be victorious

Awake, so early, it is morning

The scent of life in the air

The city is busy, we're swarming

To jobs, to the office, to nowhere

Awake, it is morning, so early

We try to make best of our daylight

We wait patiently, in a hurry

Thinking of what won't, what might...

So early, awake, it is morning

My words make no sense at this hour

So, don't try to get what I'm writing

A poem written in the shower

*This poem marks the beginning of a new life for me, and an entirely new chapter, a point in life that I've waited so long to get to... and I'm here :)... Carmen, as ever, decided to join me in my journey with a tranlation to this poem:P :  Poem sub duş