Snooze By TrueShot My heavy eyelids open, taking in, The yellow morning light and the glowing six; That speaks of the coming day of monotony, Of brushing yellowing teeth and balding hair, Of an icy shower that leaves me tired and cold, Of dry breakfast bars and instant coffee grains, Of heavy traffic that honking never clears, Of pointless helloes to pointless helloes, Of turning aging computers on and typing, Typing. Typing. Typing. Typing. Typing. Typing. Till the paralyzed clock miraculously cured, Shows five. Five, Five more. Five. More. Minutes. Heavy eyes are closed, Snooze button hit, Tedious day averted, For Five. More. Minutes.