Mornings

Slowly blink into consciousness

to stare at your clock

You didn't wake up early

You shoot up and groan

Your head is pounding

But you don't care

It's time to get ready

Everything's organized

You're ready to leave

You look at your car's watch

And try not to increase speed

You aren't late, but you would've like

To get there earlier

Everyday now seems like a race

Against time