(no subject)
I'm tired
Wired, for success
What a mess, at best
Lest I forget
A bit of myself
I couldn't help, overhearing
Stearing, conversation
Adaptation, of my thoughts
That I have fought, for
More, I seek
Or so to speak, overwhelming
Are the thoughts,
That i have fought, for
More so, as I go, further into the year
Dear, hold me,
You told me, its okay
and in a way, I know it
We show it, in differnt ways
But still main stays, of society
Propriety at its best,
Lest we forget, a bit
Of ourselves, I couldnt help
Wondering, spring rain thundering
At our doorstep, all that we have kept, out
I shout, my glee, my plee, to be
away, from this day of stagnentation
Elation, over a switch of stations.
Wired, for success
What a mess, at best
Lest I forget
A bit of myself
I couldn't help, overhearing
Stearing, conversation
Adaptation, of my thoughts
That I have fought, for
More, I seek
Or so to speak, overwhelming
Are the thoughts,
That i have fought, for
More so, as I go, further into the year
Dear, hold me,
You told me, its okay
and in a way, I know it
We show it, in differnt ways
But still main stays, of society
Propriety at its best,
Lest we forget, a bit
Of ourselves, I couldnt help
Wondering, spring rain thundering
At our doorstep, all that we have kept, out
I shout, my glee, my plee, to be
away, from this day of stagnentation
Elation, over a switch of stations.