Tedious routine

Down the clouds I fall,
Up from evil coziness, wish farewell.
Go around, see the liar mirror, I’m a lost caterpillar.
Down, a rest I request as I’m slowly putting my finger into Aurora’s needle.
Up! Come on soldier, where is your spirit?
Go, steps feel enormous heavy, am I an elephant?
Down, to my dad’s car as my head is resisting the heavy atmosphere of early morning.
Up, a cheer my dad convokes, but I’m hiding my heavy bag under my eyes.
Go, class starts, the time seems to be playing with me; it goes fast and then immensely slow.
Down, my body falls, my foot skipped a stair.
Up, some miracle energy, a tasty bread of jam collapses with my tongue.
Go, more of the same, but I count starts trying to survive.
Down as I sit, an enormous space between exit and me.
Up to the ceiling, the time of escaping has come.
Go, the only thing my head thinks about.
Down, back to my dad’s car, as I sing a victory melody.
Up, the smell of home I can taste.
Go, as my steps go further and faster.
Down, back to my so wished coziness.
But tomorrow another battle I will survive.