The alarm clock is ringing, I think that cannot be.
I wake up from deep dreams, this isn't the real me.
I stop the alarm and take a deep breath
I don't want to get up but I have to I guess.
For the rest of this day: wish me good luck
I feel like I got hit by a truck.
Sitting up in bed, feeling dazed
without even having so much as raised
from bed to find my shoes
I need coffee to ease my early morning blues.
For the rest of this day: wish me good luck
I feel like I got hit by a truck.
I hate to get up before I'm finished with sleep
but what can I do, I have appointments to keep.
After all I embrace the work I pursue,
to manifest dreams, make them come true.