Wake me if I don't sleep tonight
For I have much to do
And not much time
And when the morning rises again
It will already be far to late then
To try to keep my work from late
To try to keep my life straight
I'll keep at it till my lips are blue
'Cause I've waited 'till two
To begin
The blank is fired, and off, like runners,
I've been left in the dust
My mellow facade
Is shattered
As the non-existent resolute me
Breaks free
And as the set time know as "due" flys
I sigh
And relish in its whooshing by
Like a bird
I liberate
My worries
I procrastinate
Just for
The rush
I tell myself
The adrenaline is why
I don't do something
'Till its "do-or-die"
But maybe
I just now like lying
Or
I'm lazy
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
