A few minutes extra can be turned into a dread
When it’s time, in the morning, to get out of bed:
For you promise yourself,
Two more minutes,
and then
Those two extra minutes have turned into ten.

For you’d turned from the clock, and had closed your poor eyes
When you wake with a start, both of shock and surprise
And you grumble and moan as you bolt from your bed
From the feeling that movement begins in your head.

You rush to the bathroom to start your new day
You look in the mirror, and to your dismay
Your eyes, they are bloodshot, your hair is all messed
But in a few minutes
You’re brushed, combed, and dressed

You head for your work
And as you bolt up the door
You sigh, for you wish you’d had
Two minutes more