The Zombie Titular

Out of bed with a hurting head, there was an unexpected sign-in attempt,
eyes open, it seems I’m eligible for a prize, but only if I keep rising
to meet the windows, the floors, the doors, the curbs, the rails, everything
the sunshine casts its glaring sparkle on.

Congratulations to me, all the springs and boards creak out in a chorus,
I have established my financial independence and this Saturday
seems to be mine, now I have to honor and advance my freedom by choice,
though I have no say in signing up for the matter.

Back to bed, I feel underqualified, sleep was an easy internship, my perk
was all the dreams I could have, I make a firm stab at the dark spots
ahead of me but the store is closed, my consciousness is wanted elsewhere,
does it really have to be here though?