Greeted by an alarm clock that deafen my ears

Stretching to make an 180 degree alignment with my arms

Sweet sounds of chirping birds are joyous to hear

As I birth life with fire from my yawn

I sit up and examine the entire room

Looking for something new to appear

A picture of an African Queen stares at me with gloom

As my heart is suddenly filled with a gist of fear

I am alone in my own thoughts, left to drown

Deep breaths seclude me from the walking dead

My thoughts come to a halt, they slow down

As I am quarantined by myself from the thoughts in my head

The clock has struck 8 and I’m trapped in a stance

My mind has begun to play tricks on me

Time has escaped me and has entered the kingdom

As I then prepare to lessen my freedom