You wake up stretching yawning
A brand new day same routine
Soon you become robot like
The brain has adjusted to it
Snapping out of it is impossible
Where is the off switch?
Oh wait there isn't one
The word off doesn't exist
YOU ARE READING
Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
