Slyly; ever so slyly,
Does wakefulness
Into my body slither,
But brawny drowsiness
Does catch it by its neck
And purge my inert body of vitality.
Outside, a leaf slowly withers.
Now, the screeching sounds of an alarm,
Pierce through my darkness,
Blinding all my senses,
Rendering me clueless.
A sleepy hand shoots out,
And violently throws down the offending clock
Which instantly shatters.
Does it really matter?
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