. . . and walk barefoot towards unknown destinations . . .
What good will it do
When everything is overdue
Well. Don’t overthink, is a good advice
You don’t have to say it twice
Yesterday night Morpheus took me in his arms
fairies sang me a lullaby and in the morning; Death
opened my eyelids with his middle finger, woke me up
singing: “Wham! Wake me up before you go go”
Are you flipping kidding me!? I muttered to myself angstfully
and yawned, hugged my pillow and snorted, the alarm clock rang
The sun is visibly shining today
Gray clouds tattered and swift
and I am still breathing so make another wish
The everyday struggle has barely began
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