* disrupted day +
The mornings you sometimes find
Unjustly are disrupted
What should be becomes
A day most unexpected
Where you were suppose to be
Not the place you see
The morning turned on its head
Orderliness of day is dead
Afternoon can not be retrieved
Ripples of the failure to this point
Shall forward march until the end
Best you can hope is to reach your bed
Lay down and grab a sleep
Restart anew the daily schedule
Have breakfast when you should
Commute to where you expect to
Begin your tasks in allotted order
Rather than on this chaos border
With everything front to back to side
And trying with all your might
Not into total despair and confusion to slide.
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