Getting Up Becomes Worth It In The End

Throughout darkened mornings, I stumble blind.

While the wind whispers dread, as though to make

Vulgar satire of my feet which ache,

With each step. Forever slaved to daily grind,

I watch the red monsters, and stand confined

Inside their stomachs, fully wide awake.

The doors open; air whips round like a snake,

And I race into school leaving behind,

All my anxiety, fear and regret,

As I stride into the classroom so filled

With knowledge of our mysterious life.

Taught things of old, knowing I won't forget

The wisdom of many. I am greatly thrilled

For the chance to learn; it's worth all the strife.