As I wake up today,
I feel nothing.
Another day wasted.
Another day passed.
I wish I was someone,
Someone I wish I had.
Yesterday has passed.
Yesterday was wasted.
I wish I had something,
Something I could hold on to.
Today is passing,
Today is being wasted.
I wish could go Somewhere,
Somewhere to go alone.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow is but a wasted day.
I wish I could dream somehow,
Somehow I could be free.
I wish I could have another day,
Another day of being free at last.
Another day of being me.
YOU ARE READING
drifting・poetry collection
PoetryThis poetry collection currently contains my sad and lonely thoughts that quietly drift away and seep into my literary works. I own only my imagination and my thoughts. Previous Title - Wandering Mind
