I am trapped into this hula hoop again,
Sitting, not wanting to move my feet to the floor to begin,
I am trapped into this anger again, stay calm and not be frustrated, because I am to blame,
Waiting for a new day, for my imagination to be achieved,
Ah, I'm glad you're thinking about it, me,
But it's still be a waste, if you do not do it you see,
Glad you know, it is not about sleep, money and food, wasting it all capriciously,
Chores is also your part of the duty of the child,
You read so fast,
Dissatisfied that it had come to end at last,
Happy as you slip into immersion,
Finding moral in the story of this version,
Sad, that you had to search again,
That's why you cling into immersion such as this,
That's okay,
You comforted,
I know I will found a new story that held my heart steadfast like this, again,
You comforted,
Staring into the emotionless white ceiling,
Into the horizon of tomorrow you wonder in your imagination,
What would tomorrow held, showing you in silence,
You imagine to look at the sky above, through the roof,
Imagining the God that governs within you,
Finally reminded to pray more intensely in tounges again,
Wondering would it be just a thought again,
-From the one who recorded the day into a poem in wanting the future for remembrance
End.
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Poet of Everday
PoetryI gave this to myself, On the thoughts that I have on my everyday, The little pieces that finally pieced together, To be the chapter of today, I warn you thou, A topic you might not like this will be, A topic about my christianity, Life, where I exp...
