Sleep for eight hours, still wake up befuddled – #NaPoWriMo 4

Overwhelmed and restless on a Sunday
Sunny bright and airy
Quarantine and deadlines
Oh, how I want to pack up and go away!

Birds flying and chirping happily
9 am and late for bedroom class
Will they shut up? Their cheeriness is so silly.

Endless work. Endless hustle.
Slow progress. Leaves me bitter.
Sleep for eight hours.
Still wake up befuddled.

What have we become?
I don’t see an out.
Only struggle and struggle
Happy moments sprinkled around.

No, the grinch did not visit me.
No, this isn’t me each day
Just your average twenty-something.
Trying to build a better life for better days

– Tavleen

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