Ambition pulls me out of bed in the morning

Yelling in my ear

“Your alarm has already gone off 5 times!

You did not finish your homework!

You’re already falling behind!”

I shoot up, more alarmed than my alarm clock

And as I struggle to keep my eyes open

Like lifting 300 pounds with each blink

Apathy comes around

And gently rubs my back

And reminds me of the such soft sheets

That keeps me in their warm embrace

How could I leave just like that?

“You will always feel behind and stressed,

So why worry? Who cares!”

“Wise words, apathy”

I say as I lie back down.

Every morning,

And every night, it seems,

apathy and ambition fight

In the boxing ring.

Seemingly more, though lately, 

apathy has seemed 

Evermore appealing

And yet again, apathy has won the day today