I feel unready for today to start
(except I want the hemisphere to wake).
I mean I seem to lack the strength or heart
to tackle all my work without mistake.
My soul is weary but I leave my bed.
My legs are tired but I’ll ride the bike.
It feels like staying home is what my head
prefers, but doggedly I’ll make my hike
to catch a train to haul myself to work,
to catch up on the jobs I haven’t done,
to catch me in the messages that jerk
me every way and leech out any fun
that might have been experienced instead.
On second thought, I’m going back to bed.