Ringin

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Poetry about Sleep and Reality.

Gentle, sweet dreams
swimmin’ through my mind.
I have a big ole smile
with no worry about time.
I’m stretching out
under my warm, soft sheets
when something abruptly
wakes me up from my sleep.

The clock’s going off, I don’t wanna get up.

I push it on “snooze.”
The first round, I won’t lose.
I’m fightin’ my day.
I’llĀ  forget about it and lay.
The birds singin’ me a song.
The sun’s gentle on my face.
I close my eyes and drift again,
but before my second taste.

The clock’s going off, I don’t wanna get up.

Third time’s a charm,
My reality’s surreal.
If I ignore my alarm,
maybe, then, it isn’t real.
But I hear that ringin’ again,
and if I wanna keep my job,
I’d better get movin’.
Only a poor man always lays like a log.

The clock’s going off, I guess I get up.