That time of the day
When I contemplate
If I should drink another cup of tea
Or just jump into the workout
Which I don't think I can do
The workout I mean
Because I feel dead
The crimson tide is on its way
And I feel lethargic
Run down
In a hormonal carnival
I try to breathe
There's things to be done
And perhaps another tea to be made
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