Mo poetry fer me MUGAS
Waiting Too Long
Waking up far past the break of dawn
Waking up far past the break of dawn
The hour is to late, We've missed the morning funWhat fun is that?
Daytime joy is nothing spectacular
Nothing better then sleeping.
We open our eyes to see hot days falling down upon us
We open our eyes to see hot days falling down upon us
And just lay waiting, lazing, boredom infests us
A step outside, the humidity blasting
Persperation falls to the earth, lapsing
So many activities, none which inspire
So many activities, none which inspire
Leaving us mindless, forcing us to retire
Away to bed, Away from ourselves
Away to another day much the same
We all eventually bring ourselves to realize that these days are limited
We all eventually bring ourselves to realize that these days are limited
These days which we have so fragilely thrown away
All until we all have noticed that school will start the very next day...
posted by Sage @ 4:53 PM
2 Comments:
so true
so true.
man, that's kinda depressing. Don't you enjoy your day more than that?
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