Time
A watch ticks endlessly by
My weary, weather worn head.
It signals me that I am in fact
Still one of the living.
A perking of coffee in the pot
Wafting scents of perfect elation
Out. Heavy lidded eyes wake
Squinting into flourescent curls.
A rain fall on the tile
Warming my stiff limbs
Causing their animation
From the stagnation of sleep.
An overload of stimuli
Causes me to groan
As the noose of the day
Slips tightly around my Armani shirt.
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