I look at my phone
First thing every morning
In a heft to not miss any
I start my day frowning
Instead of looking for time
I compare mine with others
With no sense of correlation
I tend to cut my own feathers
Snoozing one more time
Every morning begins like this
Starting with an excuse for sleep
We hold on to excuses in our fist
I don't know how to start
Because everyone does the same
Though a little difference in perspective
Everyone looks for overnight fame.
-Shashank
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
I look at my phone
First thing every morning
In a heft to not miss any
I start my day frowning
Instead of looking for time
I compare mine with others
With no sense of correlation
I tend to cut my own feathers
Snoozing one more time
Every morning begins like this
Starting with an excuse for sleep
We hold on to excuses in our fist
I don't know how to start
Because everyone does the same
Though a little difference in perspective
Everyone looks for overnight fame.
-Shashank
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