ALARM

Sweet and dreamy ringing of the xylophone
Fills the empty silence with its resounding tone.
Bouncing off the dark room walls,
Charms the night fall
As I sleepwalk by day and stand on paved bricks
Blinded by the folds of the midnight mix.

Never knowing where I’m going or where I’m headed
Oh, my! I know I’m starting to regret it!
But, the hypnotizing soft-tone strikes of the xylophone
Gently creating its soft melodic tone
Seductively entices me to sleepwalk some more
With my eyes wide shut but with feet on floor.

Clock strikes eight
Suddenly startled, I awake!
Annoying loud sound of the clock alarm shouts, “You’re late!”
No gentle whispering of sweet seductive sound
That hurriedly rushes my feet to touch the floor ground
Provoking me with no other choice to shut it off
Awakened from my summer-day slumber proves awfully rough!

Rising to my clumsy morning feet
I shut the alarm’s monotonous beat
With eyes wide open, I step outdoors
To discover the world and I have aged much more

And, there, in the doorway of the entrance, I stand at the brink of death
With long strides of “Selah’s” shortening my breath.
So much to do…So much more to see….as new plans born arise
Across the cityscape’s visual horizon
If I had only set the annoying alarm
With no pleasant charm
I wouldn’t be standing on the brink ledge
With the feeling of standing on my life’s terminal edge…