The long day goes on with hardly a glimpse in our direction,
Whether your job is education or perfection,
At the end we all feel it creeping up behind,
For some they can delay it,
Others merely give in to their desire,
For me I utterly despise it as being a waste entirely,
But whether you choose to fight with heavy resistance,
Or simply to retire,
All efforts are exhausted we all are forced to fade,
After all, sleep can only be delayed.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
The long day goes on with hardly a glimpse in our direction,
Whether your job is education or perfection,
At the end we all feel it creeping up behind,
For some they can delay it,
Others merely give in to their desire,
For me I utterly despise it as being a waste entirely,
But whether you choose to fight with heavy resistance,
Or simply to retire,
All efforts are exhausted we all are forced to fade,
After all, sleep can only be delayed.
