I’m Blind
Blinded by the Flickering of the Light
I Slump and Rise
So Late
It’s Already Late
To do what I want
And in my Mind
It should have have been
About Half Past Eight AM
Am so Sick and Tired
Of Waking up this Late
It’s not Right
I Guess I’ll be just Fine
But Shhh…
Don’t Tell Nobody
I can Blend in the end
With those who Woke to the Morning Rise