Wake up to a coffee,
symptoms of the day,
shake the duvet off me and
I mumble on the way to ***,
close the bathroom door.

Thinking that there must be more to life than this,
I kiss my beard goodbye,
not sure if I will miss,
symptoms of the day.

Dressing to the radio
getting ready
then I go,
bouncing down the staircase to
the workplace
symptoms of the day.

Home at nine and tuna steak,
something on the telly,
finding that it keeps me wide awake
symptoms of the day.

I wonder if the coffee has ever done for me
the things that I imagine,
am I dreaming?
symptoms they may be.

I mumble to the bathroom,
take some time to ***,
then it's underneath the duvet
where no can see me, these are
the symptoms of my day.