Everyday, I wake up the same way.
My eyes open to the ceiling staring back at me.
And my once dormant mind starts to go into overdrive.
What time is it? Do I have clothes to wear?
How many minutes before I am late from work?
And eventually these questions, as mundane and simple as they are
Slowly creep up to me and take over whatever I regard as my life
And I find myself with a full day to live
With more tasks to fulfill, trains and busses to ride,
People to talk to, people to ignore,
People to love and people to hurt
And I go home to my room.
To alarm clocks and ceilings, holding to what little time I have left
Emptying my mind of all my fears and dissapointment
And the fleeting achievements that will never see the light of day
And dreading the time I have to open my eyes again.
