Paperworks and junks pilled into mountains
on top of my ruined desk
“I wonder what had went wrong
for me to stack up such a mess?”
Indolent, Oh! so petulant!...
But still I digress
Saying I didn’t have time
To sort out the cluttering hefty mess
Jesting around with the things that avert my gaze,
Such a child I was,
I paid no mind to it all day
But...
Night came too soon,
and instantly I say...
“When will I ever sort out this mess?”
Perhaps never, but still I say
“Someday, okay?”
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
Paperworks and junks pilled into mountains
on top of my ruined desk
“I wonder what had went wrong
for me to stack up such a mess?”
Indolent, Oh! so petulant!...
But still I digress
Saying I didn’t have time
To sort out the cluttering hefty mess
Jesting around with the things that avert my gaze,
Such a child I was,
I paid no mind to it all day
But...
Night came too soon,
and instantly I say...
“When will I ever sort out this mess?”
Perhaps never, but still I say
“Someday, okay?”
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