Puffy eyed, but I’m alive
sitting on the side of my bed
cataloging dreams before they fade
and trying to decide how best
to punish my alarm clock
for doing its job with so much
Just a short one this week, but I wrote it three times. The first attempt was fun, but bad, the second rhymed way too much in a cheesy way that I didn’t like, and this is the third version.
Also, the whole alarm clock thing is a lie. I don’t use an alarm clock. I use my phone.
“cataloging dreams before they fade”
Most Rhyme-y Line that I Didn’t Cut:
“Puffy eyed, but I’m alive”