I am here, I am alive,
By the shore so unclear, I go on a drive.
I feel am lying afloat on that shore
Like an unread book in the shelf, just get bored more and more.
I wake up from the bed, realizing am awake
With lotta time to spare, but of that time what to I make?
Shall I stop the thoughts and try to sleep?
Or shall I get up and over my thoughts take a leap?
I feel by the night so Insomniac
But by the day so hypersomniac,
Though I feel am asleep,
My sleep is only skin deep.
I don’t know what more to pen,
Why do I feel so every now and then?
No comments:
Post a Comment