Seven minutes to hang about;
Then back to work- to get back out
There and go on. Without a doubt
My friends are currently still out,
Which leaves me here lonely.
Three more minutes to sit right here,
And wish that all my friends were near,
A laugh, a smile, a smirk, a sneer,
Is all I want, but now I fear
I'm still left here all lonely.
Zero minutes; I have to go,
With no reply from them, although
It is quite late, ten o'clock or so.
It's just that work is really slow,
And I'm feeling kind of lonely,
All alone.
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Reflections of an Idle Mind
RastgeleI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
