every day I wake up,
looking for reasons to still fight
reasons to go on-
to walk, run, stumble and fall
in this endless journey.
and every night before I go to bed,
can't help but feel tired, 'cause I
always end up with nothing-
there's just none,
I couldn't find any reason,
why I should still try
to make something out of this life.
now all I want
is to fall asleep,
so deeply, undisturbed
with no idea what's going on,
and not wake up anymore.
s i n | "wake"
BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
Poezjaa collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
