I wake, and try to greet the coming day,
And yet my bed's so comfortable and warm.
So hit the snooze and under covers stay.
I have no wish to rise and greet the storm.

Eventually, I get out of the door
And to the subway walk, and catch the train
Upon which feet stick to the nasty floor
Before returning out into the rain.

Then, through the drizzle walk to coffee shop
And get overpriced dirty taste of grinds.
Then back through rain 'til on the bus I hop
So, on to work with all who've lost their minds.

This daily battle kills the best of me.
If I got paid to sleep. . .I'd happy be!