Unmotived Morning
In the stillness of dawn, with light so soft,
Awakening to a day, motivation aloft.
Yet shadows linger, reluctance in sight,
Unmotivated morning, a quiet fight.
The sun peeks through curtains, gentle and warm,
But the spirit within feels a somber form.
Tasks ahead loom, a mountain to climb,
Yet the will to begin feels lost in time.
Coffee's aroma, a whispered plea,
To stir the soul from its reverie.
Yet the cup sits untouched, the energy wanes,
Unmotivated morning, where dreams refrain.
The world awaits with its beckoning call,
But within the heart, a heavy pall.
Yet hope flickers faint, like a distant star,
Guiding through the shadows, near and far.
So let the morning unfurl its tale,
For even in darkness, light prevails.
With each hesitant step, a journey starts anew,
Unmotivated morning, transformed into breakthrough.
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