Poetry 5.8

I haven’t even opened my eyes yet.
And already I know
There are a hundred and one things
That I have to do
Sometimes my body remains deadweight lies in bed
I think about the things
That won’t get done
Even when I tell myself tomorrow
That’s another lie used to cope
I want to pause the world
Make it stop
Let time wait for me to catch up
Get through at least half the jobs
Then let the world continue