9 am is a rollercoaster,
Rolling like an eye inside a spinning wheel.
Breakfast must be fast,
Or you have to fast.
The clothes play hide and seek,
Socks always win.
Shoes become distant from each other,
And it's hard to find the other twin.

9 am is a disaster,
All the memories swim inside a flood.
You don't know how to survive the day.
Making decisions with mental mud.

9 am is a wake up call,
On the loudest speaker phone.
Even Sleep will wake up,
And jump out of zen zone.

9 am is a time bomb,
Not just a time in a day.
Patternless running is a necessity,
To find a working way.