Morning Blues

You should be still on your bed, just waiting for that ray of sun to hit your face and your mum's nagging to get you outta bed. Work? What work? The feeling's just different ain't it? Smile to a cheery Monday morning...that's all you can do now. You don't needa drag that pair of chained feet that weighs a thousand tons to the bathroom, you don't needa sit on the bowl and doze while you tell yourself:"JUST five more minutes please...Zzzz", you don't needa draw the shower screen, you don't needa blindly turn the tap towards the right and have to scream "F***!", you don't needa choose between the checked or the plain shirts, you don't needa even look at that Swatch clockface, you don't needa sling that bag, you don't needa plug that earphone into your ears, you don't needa take those huge steps to the station, you don't needa see that same crowd at the platform, you don't needa tap your feet while you look at that LCD screen that says 1 min, you don't needa run for that skytrain, you don't needa creep into an office that is so quiet you thought you just entered a shrine, you don't needa shuffle yourself between the two terminals, you don't needa enter that comfortable sky-loungue for that afternoon nap, you don't needa chit-chat with those supervisors who smoke their life away and don't give too shits about you while you try very hard not to choke yourself with all that second-hand smoke, you don't needa rush for that 1130pm ending BK breakfast no more, you don't needa take that ride down to town from the terminal, you don't needa worry...cos you're Free.