Jumbled,
Messy,
Unclear,
Unidentifiable;
These are my thoughts
when all the work piles up
Letter after letter
Sentence after sentence
Paragraph after paragraph
It’s never ending
An infinite workload
Right?
Right.
But I’m tired
These days, I want to stop
Lay down,
Close my eyes
And dream of a better world
One where we can be who we want to be
See what we want to see
And be completely content
But that’s impossible
There’s no such place
Nor will there ever be
Right?
Right.
We can’t help but wonder, though, can we?
Because there’s always going to be something
Something you want
That you can’t have
That’s so important in your mind
That you can’t help but wish for it
Right?
Right.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
Jumbled,
Messy,
Unclear,
Unidentifiable;
These are my thoughts
when all the work piles up
Letter after letter
Sentence after sentence
Paragraph after paragraph
It’s never ending
An infinite workload
Right?
Right.
But I’m tired
These days, I want to stop
Lay down,
Close my eyes
And dream of a better world
One where we can be who we want to be
See what we want to see
And be completely content
But that’s impossible
There’s no such place
Nor will there ever be
Right?
Right.
We can’t help but wonder, though, can we?
Because there’s always going to be something
Something you want
That you can’t have
That’s so important in your mind
That you can’t help but wish for it
Right?
Right.
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