This is the morning
I am supposed to
get up early to
work out before
anyone else gets up.
It's still pitch black outside.
I'll get a head start
on my day if I just
sit up right now
and swing my legs.
I take a deep
breath and sigh.
It's a sigh of guilt
because I know
exactly what I am
about to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem