Here comes the morning,
guessing I should wake.
Will it be a better day,
especially when I forgot to pray?
Heading out, bags on my eyes.
I shouldn't be alive,  
a little too sleepy, really dead inside.

Couple more endless yawns,
wishing to sleep till the wake of dawn.
But I have to get to work,
months a due, hope they pay my worth.
What am I spending it on first?

It's a Friday,
might suffocate myself in drinks.
A couple spills on my shirt,
trying my best to keep it clean.
But I know my money is going to family,
boss weirdly asks, "Are you married"
"No sir". Don't know if I'm glad not to be.

At twenty two,
should be getting married one day.
Haven't made attempts to find that company.
Spent my whole life working,
forgot I actually need somebody.

But as always,
I scratch the idea.
Hate the sort of itch,
has me thinking if I had the wish.
Is if love waiting for me to hit,
what if I swing a shot and miss?
A day I'll be on my knees,
at least not at a time I'm praying till they bleed.

These thoughts of future not found,
can't help myself,
thinking about it right now.
Of course I think about it everyday,
and that's only the short story of the day.