slow motion is what this day feels like
tormented by the face of a clock
under the watchful eye of mister sun
betrayed by the unavoidable yawn
beside my hand is a big full mug
on my face a frozen sleeping look
red cough syrup color are my eyes
no amount of caffeine will be enough today
as i try to look around i feel my eyelids fight
normally i could at least be able to
get the blood flowing and go
upward sitting and shaking off the shivers
it takes massive willpower just to keep aware
should the chance come up to have fun with you again
have to admit i wouldn’t hesitate
