I
get
frustrated
with
time
spent
with
friends
I
could
care
less
about.
It
must
be
punishment
for
an
irrevocable
sin
I
have
forgotten
over
the
years.
Karma
strikes
at
dawn
ripping
me
from
bed,
from
legs
intertwined
after
a
nightly
cause
and
effect
of
adoration.
There
is
no
hoarding,
no
trickling
of
seconds
into
the
new
sun.
There
is
only
residue
left
on
time
piece.
A
reminder
of
the
inescapable
labrinth
where
my
mind
loses
direction.
I envy the free.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
I
get
frustrated
with
time
spent
with
friends
I
could
care
less
about.
It
must
be
punishment
for
an
irrevocable
sin
I
have
forgotten
over
the
years.
Karma
strikes
at
dawn
ripping
me
from
bed,
from
legs
intertwined
after
a
nightly
cause
and
effect
of
adoration.
There
is
no
hoarding,
no
trickling
of
seconds
into
the
new
sun.
There
is
only
residue
left
on
time
piece.
A
reminder
of
the
inescapable
labrinth
where
my
mind
loses
direction.
I envy the free.
