Daybreak

There is still a fuzz in my head where last night should have been
I remember walking and talking and generally enjoying my time
but perhaps I had a little too much fun, who knows
the good news is I made it back to my bed and didn't drive

This morning, however, is another story
the fuzz turns to throbbing if I try to go upright
and closing my eyes seems the only way to battle the bright
lights peeking around the corner of the blackout curtains

Another weekend, another excuse
to celebrate or drown your sorrow
both resulting in the same subsequent morning
both repetitious from start to middle to end