“Early to Bed, Early to Rise
Makes a man healthy wealthy and wise”
This is what I was told once
But as I sit here eating the same corn flakes
That I have eaten for the past four years
I realize
This is boring
Where’s the spice of my lifestyle?
Where’s the sponataiety?
Shouldn’t I be midnight skiing
Or skydiving off the space shuttle?
Where did all the time go?
What should I do first?
But as I sit here in the stars
Parachute strapped to my back
I realize the reason for humanity’s routine
It’s safe, it’s assured
And even when we don’t know if we’ll die
We know we’ll be doing the same thing the next day
These corn flakes don’t taste all that bad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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