Walking through a forest of lighter strawberry hues
a sign pops down besides me:
'Wake-Up' or hit 'Snooze'?
Ten more minutes, Please!
I'll wake up when the clock screams:
"You only have half the time you need!"
There I battle monsters and things of the depth
here I battle the notion of pushing back sheets
of fighting the cold and lifting my feet.
I almost dare to shut my eyes
but the sound of grinding beans is my demise,
and my silly thoughts of sleep in are smashed apart by coffee's sin.
My old machine is spewing charm
whining an anthem of morning routine
my very own mocking bird of drowsy doom.
I struggle to find my favorite cup
splash in drops of half and half
and sip until my brown eyes pop, its ten past nine.
Dear God I'm Fucked!