Saturday Morn
06.25am. April/1st/2017!
Everyday i wake up in a hope to get better
but what i get, in return, yes nev'r does matter
Being a writer, it's hard being living or to beloved.
Love's in air. For that, we all being dubbed.
People keep racing... the race of their life.
Life is not theirs nor time be, er, thine.
Such a life i living or thou be keep dreaming.
An illusion, all i got... in the name of froth-forgiving.
Job is... must to do in life. Life be must to belived,
thou', nothing treated in a better way than the cost of 'em living.
And every morn, i wake up with a the worry of high-stress.
Depression killing this life, and on that, i (feel) distress,
Cos.. everyday i wake up in a hope to get better
but what i get, in return, o' never did it matter.
Ps. Written it online. So i must count it & take it as a draft... for now. I'm sure would be workin' on it soon with time.
06.25am. April/1st/2017!
Everyday i wake up in a hope to get better
but what i get, in return, yes nev'r does matter
Being a writer, it's hard being living or to beloved.
Love's in air. For that, we all being dubbed.
People keep racing... the race of their life.
Life is not theirs nor time be, er, thine.
Such a life i living or thou be keep dreaming.
An illusion, all i got... in the name of froth-forgiving.
Job is... must to do in life. Life be must to belived,
thou', nothing treated in a better way than the cost of 'em living.
And every morn, i wake up with a the worry of high-stress.
Depression killing this life, and on that, i (feel) distress,
Cos.. everyday i wake up in a hope to get better
but what i get, in return, o' never did it matter.
Ps. Written it online. So i must count it & take it as a draft... for now. I'm sure would be workin' on it soon with time.
