Stumbling on forgotten sleep
Awaken from my slumber
My body moves in decrepit ways
But my bed I can rest in no longer
The morning dew is beautiful out
Yet no birds are there to sing
For I had to rise before the sun
I do this every day
What is my motivation?
It’s called a J.O.B.
For I would rather lose countless slumber
Than wake up each morning without a place to be
And yes I do value
The days that I have away
For when I am free from work
I can slumber all night and day