Sittin' on a chair, studying books,
But my mind is out of the rooms,
To a distinct place where none of them would visit,
Not a single line from the book.
Thinkin' here, thinkin' there,
"What would be in my life?
What would be at my dawn?" sort of things
Just starts to tangle my mind.
For this, not a single thing ever tackled to disturb it.
'Cause whenever something tries?
It already turns to steam.
Thus, it's very difficult to overcome this mode of mine,
But not impossible though,
Just a handful of concentration is needed,
That we don't yield while being teenagers.
But those who do, Well Done!
And those can't,
Just a voice is needed from someone.
"Study!"
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ŞiirThis is a collection of poems written for entertainment, recreation and as a means of time-pass if you want to. I also wrote it for fun, hope you too like it.
