I look at my phone
First thing every morning
In a heft to not miss any
I start my day frowning

Instead of looking for time
I compare mine with others
With no sense of correlation
I tend to cut my own feathers

Snoozing one more time
Every morning begins like this
Starting with an excuse for sleep
We hold on to excuses in our fist

I don't know how to start
Because everyone does the same
Though a little difference in perspective
Everyone looks for overnight fame.

-Shashank