To the sounds of birds at dawn
Click on the coffee machine
Stretch, let loose a yawn
Pad around the kitchen
Breakfast duly made
Shower, shave, schedule checked
Routine cooly played
I don't need a perfect day
A normal one's just fine
No lottery win or Midas touch
Bog standard for me's divine
Don't mind chores on a list
I'm not counting, I don't care
Left alone with just the simple things
A minute here, an hour there
Hang up the washing
Poach an egg or two
Talk about nothing special
But it's memorable through and through
Take a second to stop and pause
Gently sip some milky tea
Drink in all the splendour
Of the afternoon's simplicity
I don't yearn for a perfect day
A normal one's just fine
No lottery win or Midas touch
Bog standard for me's divine
Don't mind chores on a list
I'm not counting, I don't care
Left alone with just the simple things
And the perfect day's right there
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