The Ceiling

Wake up to the white ceiling.
Another day
Wasted away.
Nothing to do
Even though
That's not true.
Lay there in bed
Thinking instead
Of the way things should be.
Ruing the way
Things are now.
This is the way
Things shall stay.
Heave a sigh,
Never cry.
What would be the point, anyway?
Stay on the edge
Feet on a ledge.
Look at the big drop below.
Mood turning sour
Lay there for an hour
Never even moving at all.
Wait for the day
To wake up and say
"I've had enough of this life."
But for now
Stay right there
Too many a care.
Stare at the white ceiling above.