monotonous—
that's how life is,
3 meals a day
or else you'll starve,
to school or work
need to choose your battle—
or else they'll call you lazy,
unproductive, nothing.
if you belong
to mediocre class,
yours revolve around these
unless you'd hit the jackpot,
'cause hardwork?
it doesn't work anymore,
overshadowed by power,
greed and deceit—
what a lonely world.
s i n | "lackluster"
BINABASA MO ANG
sundown musings
Puisia collection of poetries and prose. welcome to my soul. [highest achievement: #5 in spokenpoetry]
