Why I Will Not Get Out Of Bed

As I stand here with a smile upon my face
I begin to wonder about how much time remians 'til I get to leave this place

Looking over to see the time
I also grab three small limes

Punching in three quantity forty-forty-eight
I remember the feeling of not wanting to wake

Feeling like a track put on repeat
I lisrten to the constant high pitched beep

I want to go home
Where I shall be alone

Where my bed calls
And the pillows wait 'til my head falls

In this state of an unconscience mind
I dream of all things nice and kind

Reality strikes when I say goodbye
And soon enough time will fly