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Forgotten poem
I'm too busy or pretend to be busy. I don't know ...
Morning, noon, evening and night, just passed.
What day is today? Oh my God ... it's already Friday? Why is it so fast? Looks like yesterday was only Monday.
But I always wake up on time.
I'm never late for work. I eat at the same time.
I know when I come home without looking at the clock. Always at the same time.
When night falls, I know when I should sleep. Always at the same hour.
Every day is the same. From morning till night. All just ordinary.
Argh ... I want something else. I am bored. Even bored with myself. I want something different.
Argh ... I want to scream. Enough. It's like prison.
To the hill of the line I shall go. Found my forgotten poem.
© LizaEvalina
Morning, noon, evening and night, just passed.
What day is today? Oh my God ... it's already Friday? Why is it so fast? Looks like yesterday was only Monday.
But I always wake up on time.
I'm never late for work. I eat at the same time.
I know when I come home without looking at the clock. Always at the same time.
When night falls, I know when I should sleep. Always at the same hour.
Every day is the same. From morning till night. All just ordinary.
Argh ... I want something else. I am bored. Even bored with myself. I want something different.
Argh ... I want to scream. Enough. It's like prison.
To the hill of the line I shall go. Found my forgotten poem.
© LizaEvalina
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