I wake up to the early sunrise
I have so many thoughts enveloped within my tiny skull
I can’t seem to walk in a straight line
My words seem wobbly throughout the conversation
My senses seem to be out of control
My interests seem to be engulfed by the void
I am willing to partake any job ahead
My heart is calling out to take a break from the world
My mind is about to fire neurons and drown itself in them
My eyes doesn't seem to care a lot these days
But I still have a life to fulfil and it doesn't seem to avoid me
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
I wake up to the early sunrise
I have so many thoughts enveloped within my tiny skull
I can’t seem to walk in a straight line
My words seem wobbly throughout the conversation
My senses seem to be out of control
My interests seem to be engulfed by the void
I am willing to partake any job ahead
My heart is calling out to take a break from the world
My mind is about to fire neurons and drown itself in them
My eyes doesn't seem to care a lot these days
But I still have a life to fulfil and it doesn't seem to avoid me
