10:27 in the AM

Seventeen things pass through my head
Waking up in the morning.
All of which make me want to go back to bed.
Such a lovely morning.
Already 90 degrees and I'll be working all day outside.
I really don't want to move,
To get up and take a shower.
Don't want breakfeast
I really hate breakfeast.
My mind is twisted and tied
But I got to go to work
Actually, I'm hungary, I lied
Breakfeast quick and hardy,
The milk could have been colder
The seventeen things weigh on my shoulders.
I sigh,
The only thing getting me out of bed today
is the thought running through my head:
"Fuck it, I tried."