The rays of sunshine came dashing through my window this sunrise
I thought I’d pick up the source and put in my pocket till I’m ready for some sunlight
Alas! It couldn’t be; the morning doesn’t care a bit for the procrastinator.
Time, I consider a rebel
The Sun, I consider a devil
All because they deprive me of the euphoria of my grandiosity.
I’m a God, isn’t it?
All should bow at my command!
No, not these two, they would have none of it.
The Sun, with no legs, would rise
The Time, with no wings, would fly
I, with no pitchfork, would be forced to make hay while the sun shines