ANOTHER ROUND

1) If I could sleep an extra second,
And never wake up again,
I would still oversleep my self to a day,
And remember shit happening to me in dreams,
But never really in reality. 

2) My fingers have lost count,
If the world is burning or instead, I am?

3) Mark my words,
I have forgotten All of them.


4) The day is not far,
When we would break ourselves into pieces,
Just to see,
if we did hold together , just for while or never really .

 

5) My mind have lost count,
The count of experiences I inhibited it to foster,
The count of explorations I restricted it to anchor,
And continue doing so,
Because we have grown up ,
And we should not have. 


6) What is life?
If not a way or more to waste ourselves ?
What is life
If not a way or more to escape this mess?

7) if I could have one more cup of coffee, 

And subdue myself in the pool of caffeine, 

I would weary MYSELF to really end this exhaustion, 

And never bear my existence, again ever. 

Leeza