The morning alarm has rung
But getting up is getting old
The sun is shining outside
But my coffee cup is cold
What comes to mind is a whip
To chase me outa bed
Either I get up and get going
Or lie around like lead
And yet time slowly creeps by
And I'm still cuddled in this cocoon
Waiting wondering anticipating
For someone to pop this inertia baloon
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
The morning alarm has rung
But getting up is getting old
The sun is shining outside
But my coffee cup is cold
What comes to mind is a whip
To chase me outa bed
Either I get up and get going
Or lie around like lead
And yet time slowly creeps by
And I'm still cuddled in this cocoon
Waiting wondering anticipating
For someone to pop this inertia baloon
