The alarming chatter of my clock demanding that it's numbers add up to time to wake up.
The screeching of four bus tyres pulling time away from me because we disagreed on timetable definitions.
An hour a day to eat the food I call lunch, a minute earlier is fine, but a minute later and I'll find that I'm fined.
A deadline of sorts to finish words on a line, not that it's meaning will be any less if i don't make it in time.
A time when all others are probably in bed, and I'm lying here wondering why I'm going to do it all again...
Tomorrow
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