Time after time,
day after day,
unto myself I say---Tomorrow.
I shall wake up early
Tomorrow
I shall make up my life.
Tomorrow
I shall find my own way.
I need to slay my enemies
My laziness, recklessness and numbness
From long, they made their stay
Turning me into a sapless trunk
Turning me into a worthless junk
Needless to say that
Those decisions
Those declarations
Were always made of wet clay
And till today
That tomorrow never came
That made me find a way
To vacate my enemy’s stay
or, act on, what I say.
1 comment:
haha..funny and its hard reality of inability in not attaining we desire..are we half hearted I doubt my dear !!!
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