The alarm clock screams: It’s 5:00 am!
Why must I wake so early again?
Eyes half-open, stumble out of bed,
Wonderful dreams still buzzing in my head.
Coffee’s brewing, but it feels too slow,
I’m up at dawn? That’s a cruel show!
I yawn so wide that I could swallow the moon,
Who decided to begin a day this soon?!
The world’s still asleep—quiet—missing morning thrill,
Getting out of bed is surely against my will.
But up I go, and greet the day with a beat,
Grateful for this life and all the chaos in it.
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