Greet The Day: Second to Second

The steady “beep beep beep” of the alarm clock

Beep beep beeping me to the brink of insanity

Why doesn’t it just stop?!

A device with no humanity

Compelling me to spur profanity

Fine. You win this time.

Groggily my eyes pry open like a resistant window

Feeling sadness over the death of my previously alive resting mind

Somehow though a spark ignites

The feeling of possibility that can incite

24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 86,400 seconds.

Knowing in the race of life, time always beats you

Because it refuses to wait for anyone

My time is finite, therefore my alarm clock has already beat me

It keeps moving forward, even if I refuse to

Not a second to waste, because I’m already in second place

86,400 seconds. Tick tock

Just one second can radically change a life

So I keep using those special seconds

But laziness tries to beckon

No, stop asking, I refuse to stop

Just give me a second to get my work done

Everything I do with this moment affects the rest

Rest? No, I can study chemistry

Chemistry? Yes, Biology too

Too much? Maybe, but let’s also play ukulele today

Today? 86,400 seconds and not one to waste

So I find my inspiration in my favorite activates

And I do each one without haste

Because if I do one thing, just one single thing

It can keep bringing me closer to my ideal future

No, I don’t plan to be the next professional ukulele player

I just find utter happiness in the sweet melodies

I just plan to be the absolute goal slayer

As I mark them off one by one

To-Do? No, more like a task hit list

Knowing that what I do today brings me closer to my golden future…

That’s why I get up in the morning.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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