I plan to sleep early today
Not sure if I'll be okay.
Haunted by the things I ought to do,
Eyes need rest with the things I do.
But I have miles to go before I sleep,
Lots of commitments that I have to keep.
To myself and my future self,
So we both can be at the same pace.

Just because I was happy
The other day,
Doesn't mean I have to be sad,
Today.
Can't I be happy,
Everyday?

I keep seeing,
Eleven-eleven,
Will my word turn,
To more than a seven?
I'm just stagnated,
In this still waters,.
Can't flow forward,
Nor fly towards,
But will I get what I deserve,
Dear Eleven-eleven,
Make my life even (100).

This life that I'm living,
This is not mine.
This isn't me.
Who am I slowly turning into.
A lie?
Or an adjustment?
Is this me?
The Realme?