I wake up from sleep
For a sudden annoying beep
There aint enough room for being tired
No optimism to untie a blanket warmly wired
Had it been one to share it with
Would I ever get up or just that alarm hit
However I embrace the moment
It’s like a time of decisional torment
Choose the future of a living
As the best of both to be giving
It’s the time of doing whatever that matters
You can’t have one another thing that shatters
Yeah, it’s time to wake up for real
No matter how awkwardly tired you feel
It’s nothing but a good idea to set alarm
Our clock ticks with its own charm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem