Start by hitting snooze Twice for good measure Leave the house just a few minutes later Turning right into a jam A thick, slow traffic jam Viscous car molasses But much less sweet Sit there for a second Simmering in sweat Your blood begins to boil Your hands begin to clench Grip the steering wheel Watch the clock tick time away Curse your screeching alarm Curse the convertible in front of you Curse Monday mornings Curse anything but yourself Know that screaming at the cars Won’t make that red turn green But do it anyway Honk your horn Flash an unfavorable finger To the vehicles doing the same to you How is it rush hour When everything is lagging Your will to move is sagging Roll your eyes at the radio Wishing listeners a good morning Oblivious to your mini meltdown Once you can peel away And break through that barrier Sprint down that street Swerving aggressively Whip into the parking lot Pretend your throat isn’t hoarse And your knuckles aren’t white Go about your day Get excited for tomorrow morning Tuesdays are better Right?
Dear motivation, Without you I’m just a loading screen stuck in its animation. Dear motivation, Without you I’m lost in a void of lazy fascination. Dear motivation, Without you I’m just another piece of lonely fabrication. Dear motivation, Without you I’m stuck in a loop of endless imagination. Dear motivation, Without you I would lose my only foundation.
They have all signed their names in the register, they are figures in a satirical play the city is veiled with smoke It’s 5 o’clock. Rapunzel is in her tower which she built it up herself without doors or any window above beneath there’s Orwell’s world; Merida is still running through the forest, She wants to find a brigand To go after the gargoyle’s register, But the forest is burning. And the Little Mermaid, No longer came from the depth; Though Peter Pan is still flying, To find a curious Sleeping Beauty * It’s 5 o’clock and they have signed the register they are people in a satiric world they have covered the city