Poetry

Chill Days, 13 (318.)

For the first time in a long time
I awoke before 8 AM,
it was around 7:30
and I didn’t necessarily have to shower.
So I threw on some clothes,
combed my hair,
and heated up coffee.
I talked my way through a Zoom call,
and it went well, I think.
But damn, after that,
I wasn’t sure what to do with my day.
There’s work to do, but it’s all so …

nebulous.
So I looked at some things,
read up on presentations I’d be doing
in the near future, then I just felt
super tired.
I lay down on my bed
to rest my eyes,
and lo and behold,
I slept for almost two hours.
Yeesh.
Now I’ve tricked myself into thinking
I’m living my normal day,
waking up late
and staying awake until the sun says hello.

No.
I can’t do that anymore.
I’ve got to go to bed
before 2 AM.
That way,
even if I want to sleep in,
it won’t go much further
beyond, like, 10.
I can do this.
I can turn my weird schedule around.
Early to bed, early to rise,
will probably help me wear a disguise.
I’m a 9-to-5 warrior, just like you.

I sigh.
I never really wanted to be
a 9-to-5 guy, but then again,
I never really wanted to work, either.
I do important things.
I believe I make some kind of positive difference,
no matter how small it may be.
So I’ll adapt to this
9-to-5 timeframe,
and keep on
keepin’ on.

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