Poetry Book 2

138. Waking Up

The clutch of sleep still holds me
My eyes are dry
My lips are thirsty
My lungs are heavy
My movements steady
My reaction times are slow
My thoughts are racing still
Ideas in sleep
Are ideas in wake
The day is new
Motivation is fresh
Spirits are high
Nothing terrible has happened
As they say seize the day
There is so much yet to do