Get Up

Eyes half open, ten.

one hour checking insta.

guilty, cause now it's eleven.

jealous at famous hipsters.

open the curtains

coffee and water

"this day can still work"

and then it turns twelve.

Breakfast at noon,

I have to start soon,

no matter what,

but I'm tired as fuck.

"shower or sit-ups, shower or sit-ups,

what should I do to finally wake up?"

A second coffee and it kicks at one,

now I'm on it, and it's good run!

E-mail one, e-mail two, e-mail three,

and it turns one and it turns two and it turns three,

what a shitty way to spend the day

can not explain

the stupid pain

of wasting time

and it turns nine.

I'm starving, it's dark, forgot to satisfy myself

and I start to write when it's midnight.

The streets sleep

Deep is the trip

Here's the flow

Oh, dope.

The bliss is hopefully true,

it is a monster looking sweet

heating songs up

or is it me?

Bombing bombs up to achieve

the free feel, feel free, feel free!

Beaming dreams to reality

and it turns three.