the alarm

-

the alarm hasn't rung,

but I wake up to check-

how much time I've

before it rings. 

 

I wake up and check,

"what's the time" -

It's four hours to go

 

Then I wake up again

"what's the time" -

It's three hours to go


Then two hours to go,

one hour to go,

half an hour to go,

 

twenty minutes to go,

eleven minutes to go,

eight minutes to go.

 

I wake up and up,

closing eyes and opening up,

checking how much

time I have, before waking up.

 

But I wake up so many 

times for waking up,

so that I never get to

sleep before waking up! 

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