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Waking Life

Sometimes, a good stretch is all
          you need to start the day
Other times, it’s a stiff drink
And even yet, still
Most times neither one works, because
All the times, you need the will
          to start the day 

When I wake in the morning
          and can’t see the sun
I feel my day is done
Before it’s ever begun 

When I wake in the morning
           and the sun shines brightly
           through my window
I dread the fact that
           I must arise, and
Put on that awful set of black clothes
                      All Black
I feel like I’m dressing for a funeral
Though, seldom is work dead
Sometimes I wish I were dressing for a funeral
           My funeral 

Though the days without work
           are even worse
waking into a new day,
sunshine or not—because
                 “thought alone, carried on in solitude,
                        is a frightening adventure”