My Ordinary Day

The sound of the alarm wakes me back to reality Lazily, I get up, confused of my locality, Forget punctuality! Even if I try to wake up early, I'm still going to be late, Forget formality! "Every day is a new day" said they They who prefer to see things in a new perspective way. But when everything gets too hectic and things not coming my way, I get weak, exhausted, not ready to play, Just about ready to decay And all I think about is hitting the hay Why can't I do that everyday? If not working, I'm busy in class Learning about issues that affect the mass. Like the social class, always contrasts, We even worry about the fluctuating price of gas In this generation, things are hard to surpass At the end of the day, I'm back where I started I stay-up late, following agendas I have charted, After that I go back to bed, the sun far departed, I leave the world again, wake-up, and set the day restarted.