A POEM: 6:30 in the Morning


It’s 6:30 in the morning

And my body informs me that it is bored of lying in bed.

It tells me, yells at me to get off the pot and piss.

But my mind has no motive to move at 6:30 in the morning.

It has no future to forecast.

For it, the day will be the same as yesterday and yesterday the same as the day before that.

And tomorrow will be yesterday before it is today.

Even when the days are dissimilar, they are alike.

And at the dusk of them, I always find my body back where it began.

So why bother getting up and making the bed.

It will be unmade soon enough.

The flesh is willing, but the spirit is weak

At 6:30 in the morning.

So tell me what you think.

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