I wake up to my alarm’s blaring beep
I would just roll over and go back to sleep
If it weren’t for my alarm’s blaring beep
I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed
I’m sure that exhaustion is how I’d be diagnosed
As I walk down the stairs my eyes drooping closed
Consuming my breakfast, not sure what I’m eating
Not hearing my parents’ morning greeting
As I finish my breakfast not sure what I’m eating
Stumbling to first hour, not thinking about school
But only how these starting times seem oh so cruel
As I stumble to first hour, not thinking about school
Nodding to classmates, not sure of there identity
Only thinking of my bed’s beckoning serenity
As I nod to my classmates, not sure of their identity
I wish to be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
Not stumbling around school, resembling living dead
I’d rather be at home, in my cozy, sleep-inducing bed
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