Down they push to halt my stir,
Slow bleary eyes open to check,
The piercing light, enters my sight.
Heralding anew day I must labor,
Another that must pass,
Yet reluctantly I waver.
My mind unclear and befuddled,
Pillows beckon to clasp my head,
A bed seeks to embrace me full of comfort.
Yet the voice of my conscience resists,
Duty and responsibility, I must answer their call,
To awake and leave my sanctuary.
Weighted limbs slowly creak,
I know what must be done to start,
I rose up weary, my day has begun.