Alarm Clock belts out Taylor Swift’s The Best Day
Bringing me out of the depths of slumber;
Cares come crashing over
Dreams, sweet dreams now forgotten;
Forces its way into my brain-
God is my master!
Hope battles with anxieties and care,
I almost let the latter win, but
Joy should not be a function of
K’s of transfer functions solved, or of
Laplace Transforms inversed;
My mind swims: What to do first?
Not looking forward to a plant design session,
Or another thesis consultation,
Process control problems await,
Quiet time notebook abandoned as of late,
Reminders for org tasks litter my planner;
Stop it, cerebral nerves!
To rest is a bodily must
Unless I want to combust;
Very quickly, these thoughts pass-
Wait, what? What’s happening now?
X’s and Y’s slide down a rainbow
Yikes, I must have returned to-
Zzzzz . . .
*The above is a response to Daily Prompt: A to Z.