so many lies
so many excuses
Everyday is unwritten,
This I’ve forgotten,
I’ve assumed and predicted,
And so tomorrow came, but was never greeted.
I gave myself a scare,
That tomorrow would be just as unfair,
But I’ve forgotten the most important detail;
This was not a fairytale,
But a life yet to unfold—
Possibilities there, if only I was bold;
If only I hold onto hope,
I might make it at the end of the rope,
And see sights far beyond the walls,
Never mind all their loud calls!
I will make it far away,
From here where you can’t tell if it’s night or day.
Conquering the alarm clock
Yet my being is still block
Can’t get myself to do anything
Have no choice but to do my thing..