Before the sun has risen,
We walk with heavy steps to the coffee pot
Emerging a sleepy prison,
Wanting to go back, but cannot
The day is now before you,
But the decision to start remains,
To go back to bed for an hour or two,
The work ahead is a pain.
Though the toothpaste is very minty,
And the shower, steamy and hot
Your eyes start becoming squinty,
You were awake, but now you're not.
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