Awake?

everyone says it's a great day to be alive

i pause and think to myself

when have they ever gotten out of bed

when did they ever wake up dead

creaking and cracking from rigor mortis

fending off a dazed dose of living dread

they've woken up lonely they've woken up cold

but they've never woken up dead

i know as i arise daily from deaths slumber

i leave my death another night and join the living

easing the pain from my atrophied muscles

i feel the pulse build and quicken with its giving

i claw myself out of my queen sized posturepedic coffin

the warmth of the morning air invades my cold flesh

kicking the shroud of blankets aside

i ponder the past the now and the next

i prepare for the day however it will play

because this life is just another silly ride

and you either get on board real early

or you don't get to pick your side

mocking the structures that bind and blind the masses

i carefully pick the face i will use this day

it's not fit or fancy that finalises my choice

it's just the rules of the game that i play