These are the Days
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
These are the days, when all things seem to be not interesting at all.
No tv programs, games, social networks, loads of tasks or what so ever;
are meaningful or urgent enough for you to sit down and overcome.
The head aching, the brain refuse to work, the body ask for rest.
Even when you close your eyes, they cant seem to go
into the deep soundless sleep that you know you very much need.
What should i do, what should i do?
Asked you, panicked at any problems that sooner or later
you gonna face, gonna swallow..no matter how bitter or sweet.
Are there any ways, that for a moment, you can just be like a child,
be happy and innocent, without any burdens on your shoulder.
How i wish, when i put n rinse my head in a bucket full of bleach..
all those dirts and useless thought, wash away with the waters...
down the drain, down the river to the big wide ocean..
and if that happen, pity the ocean..having to deal with zillions of our garbage
Maybe, maybe... i should have a little talk with myself
oh, i forgot.. that doesnt work.
wishing that there is an angel send by Him
to listen to my thoughts, and be my strength.
Tomorrow's another day and hey,
may it be my merry day.
~a.e.j~
No tv programs, games, social networks, loads of tasks or what so ever;
are meaningful or urgent enough for you to sit down and overcome.
The head aching, the brain refuse to work, the body ask for rest.
Even when you close your eyes, they cant seem to go
into the deep soundless sleep that you know you very much need.
What should i do, what should i do?
Asked you, panicked at any problems that sooner or later
you gonna face, gonna swallow..no matter how bitter or sweet.
Are there any ways, that for a moment, you can just be like a child,
be happy and innocent, without any burdens on your shoulder.
How i wish, when i put n rinse my head in a bucket full of bleach..
all those dirts and useless thought, wash away with the waters...
down the drain, down the river to the big wide ocean..
and if that happen, pity the ocean..having to deal with zillions of our garbage
Maybe, maybe... i should have a little talk with myself
oh, i forgot.. that doesnt work.
wishing that there is an angel send by Him
to listen to my thoughts, and be my strength.
Tomorrow's another day and hey,
may it be my merry day.
~a.e.j~
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