It is morning and I am hurting <br />Standardized 8 hours of empty thought <br />As I slept the world turned to face the sun. <br />I was fortunate enough to see it rise over the horizon while peeking from under the covers. <br />Not yet ready to leave my fabricated nest to embrace its comfort I reach for the snooze button. <br />40,000 miles per hour and I can't seem to leave my bed out of fear of temperature change. <br />We all have these weird eccentricities to separate ourselves from the grey mundane men and women trying to squeeze themselves into a shrinking box of societal norms. Under the sun we're all the same. Passengers on a million mile round trip but still going nowhere. And then I reach for the snooze button.<br /><br />H.D. Griffiths<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pure-apathy/
