Ant Sized Reasons to Be Awake

The alarm starts screaming.

Wait.

I'm still dreaming.

Five more minutes

And then I'll get down to business.

 

Rise from the dead

Messy hair on my head

Why do I even bother?

Then, I'm greeted by my loving father.

 

Why do I put myself through this day after day

when I end up back in the same position anyway?

But then I realize

Every time I open my eyes

My dog is filled with joy

and I'm one day closer to meeting that special boy

And I can make a life for myself

or put more books on my shelf.

 

There are so many little things to live for

I stand up and walk out the door.

 

I wake up

Not because it comes with existing as a human being

but so I don't miss any little thing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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