Is there a worse time?
When sleep releases you
From his grasp sublime,
Where images subdue?

I believe it to truly be
The most hated moment,
A loving slumber does flee,
Care free currency is spent.

Reality pours troubled
Thoughts of daily strife,
Clustered together, huddled,
Within a persons life.

Toil for moneys allure;
For errands to run;
Disease love to cure;
All before the rise of the sun.