That feeling, when you first wake up
Take your first breath of the day,
When you stretch yourself out of bed
And look in the mirror,
When you clear the crust from your drowsy eyes
And you can taste your hideous, morning
But you can smell the coffee, all the same
And indulging in caffeine is a must
So four cups later and you're halfway
Through the day
Tired, you still feel, but not drowsy
Just hardened by the time spent reminiscing
Of everything that would've
Should've been achieved
and at the end of the day, back home
In bed, you lay
Awaiting slumber so it can all begin
Once more

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