from seven to ten
You woke up at seven, but got up at eight
How was that hour spent?
Sometimes I wake up at seven but don’t get up until ten
And I fight for a little more sleep I am never granted
And I toss as my heart races,
A useless dance
There’s already too many things to worry about
And when I finally get up at ten
I see my face in the mirror
And I know I’ve had a long day
And there’s a red line in my head that lets me know
It will be even longer
Have you ever had a long day before ever getting up?
Is this hour used to prepare yourself to be a person for eight hours at a time?
Sometimes even past the limit of how long someone should have to be a person for
A person who answers e-mails
And takes out the trash for trash day
And sets an alarm for much earlier than anyone should need to set an alarm for
The red line in my heads tells me I shouldn’t be a person today
Is that what you think about between seven and eight?
Sometimes my seven to ten leaves me never wanting to do the things that make a person
Sometimes I wish I was a pile on the floor
Leaving the trash in the driveway
Deleting every e-mail I’ve ever received
And setting an alarm for next year
Sometimes I wish I was even less
A cloud of static
Completely devoid of people qualities
Because a cloud of static has probably never had a red line in their head
And will probably never have a seven to eight
Or a seven to ten