18.

Exams.

Graduate.

College.

Oh shoot!

The alarm goes off—

Your 8 a.m. class is in 10.

Roll out of bed,

Already fed.

Rush, rush—here it begins.

But then—

Another alarm.

A new stage.

Oh shoot!

Your job starts now,

Your appraisal’s in 10.

Out of bed,

Still fed.

Rush, rush—it begins again.

Life moves forward,

Chapters change.

The alarm always rings—

But you’re still waking up,

Again and again.

Bed.

Fed.

Damn.

Time to be awake