Every day I wake up,

I take for granted this awesome gift,

The lazy way of snoozing my alarm,

The not wanting to get out and do,

I must confront this planted thought,

That work is bad and rest is good,

In moderation everything makes perfect sense,

But sometimes the striving attacks,

And leaves me without a chance,

So exhausted I can only do so much,

That much is the goal for today.