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napowrimo post 21.

According to the clock

according to the clock an appropriate time for slumber has long past me,
I stay awake till the birds are singing their sweet morning tunes.
Their call to rise is my lullaby as I slowly drift away
from the ever rising sun.
It's a race we have almost every dawn, who will win, will I dream
before he rises, or will he rise and judge my caffeinated
dreary eyed existence.

H.