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Jun 2013
i open my eyes and look at the ceiling
cant help but to feel this drowsy feeling
acquired some sickness when will be the healing?
of this infinite loop and will i ever be willing?

to roll the dice and gamble for the future
or stay up all day and endure this torture?
they said i should not give up this said fortune
but how can i pursue my passion for tune?

the unconscious command takes me on a cold floor
this body demands for a conductor like an old score
this sleepless mind is shouting and wanting for more
rest, but i found myself standing at the front door

getting ready to leave and i'm on my feet
just need to pretend that life is sweet
from this hour till dawn i'll be missing some beat
but i have no choice, it's an infinite loop to repeat
Written by
alvin guanlao
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