out of slumber
In broad day light
My thoughts circumcised
Thinking out loud
The early bird with no warm caught
I have worked with no life progress
A prisoner of my own dreams
I started small now grown
Wearing what doesn't fit me
From one-bunches and billions of dreams
It could be I wrongly dream.
It scares me that today resembles yesterday
As am pushing tomorrow
Though it's backsliding
the cries of my hilarious days
I wish not to work for a future fracture