in a rush,..

i wake up from my bed,..
when my dream still hanging,
somewhere in my ceiling,..
im not completely realized
how things going on arround me
everything run out of my consiusness
i otomaticly bathed,..
i otomatily dressed,..
i otomaticly ate my breakfast,..
n otomaticly run to my door,..
chasing for another otomatic things,..
ad i begin my day,..
without say regard to the sun,..
who havent woke up,
and who should ligth up for my days.