Morning wants to be...

I'm sitting on bus, it's dark.
There are some people on the bus, they are going where I go. They are staring right ahead, they want to wake.
I don't want even try to.
They live outside, already, I'm still in myself.
The last night was very different, something has happened that everybody felt who was awake. And now I can't imagine that this sleepy thing will become morning. The dark sorrounds me, the dawn reach me hardly through the window. I want to be back where She is, sleep like She can.
But the bus turns, again and stops, I must break myself out from my thoughts. I must go out.
Morning wants to be. I can't do anything, I must leave it to be...