The day dawns as the night no longer presses on and the birds sing their morning song.
Awakened eyes now see past the fog while most open their eyes as the routine goes on.
Bread on the table, coffee in the glass, don't look at the clock or the time won't pass.
Left with a list on paper our in your head and when the work is done it is time for bed.
Every day just like the past, only its one day closer until your last.
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