Routine
The soft cushions, the warm blanket,
The eternal bliss of needed rest
Then the sound, that shatters the silence,
I rise, awake, begin to dress
The blurry vision, the shuffled footsteps,
That sleepy, dreary, groggy time
Mechanically I make transition,
to consciousness, rise and shine!
Now aware of my surroundings,
I make a meal, begin to dine
Crunching on my breakfast cereal,
And wish for more of such sleep divine
Now off to learn, to work, to play,
Work your bones until the core
But when I return from tiring day,
The night will welcome me once more...
This poem was inspired by the C418 song "kopfmusik"
http://c418.bandcamp.com/track/kopfmusik
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