morning comes early on mondays with a start
our sleep should last much longer we believe
just some more time together then we depart
the clock shows us the hour does not deceive
we move about with bodies craving sleep
we face the eternal recurrence of the same
our minds much more slowly begin to creep
our hair however we cannot seem to tame
they call this a rat-race for some quaint reason
but rats are not driven to run to time
they have their times each has its proper season
and do not need to hear the morning chime
and so we go onward into the day
wishing so hard there was a better way
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