The rush every morning having to get up early.
The alarm beeps,
Ringing in your ears.
That it is time to get up after your precious dreams.
The day will be dim,
You have to go to the gym.
Always the same,
No-one to blame.
You want to give it the brush,
But it is the morning rush.
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