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Contributed by N0body on Tuesday, 30th November 2004 @ 03:50:24 PM in AEST
Topic: insomniac



Monday,
The start, when it begins,
The day I shake and start to cringe.

Because I don’t like to start over, when I’m right at the end.
I don’t want to redo this, I’d rather pretend.

Tuesday,
Oh my, the days just don’t seem to pass,
Something must be broken, inside my hour glass.

I wait in bore, and find nothing to do,
With now where to go, without a clue.

Wednesday,
Ho hum, I guess another day went by,
But there’s still more to go, I mustn’t lie.

I guess, it’s not bad, but I don’t want to wait,
For patients is something I was bound to hate.

Thursday,
I see, I guess I’m almost there,
But I still think this whole method is quite unfair.

I just want the end to be right now,
I know I should wait, but I never learned how.

Friday,
My god, I’m almost done,
I can’t take this anymore more, it’s never been fun.

Please take me away, far from here,
Where relent is something I would not have to fear.

Saturday,
Oh yes, just one more day!
I’ve been sick of this mess, this whole delay.

Just think, tomorrow, and then it’s the end,
Tomorrow’s the only day I wish to attend.

Sunday!
Hurray! I’ve waited all this time,
It’s like a punishment for a horrible crime.
…but wait…
Yes, I’m done.
I’m finally here,
But I always forget,
That after the end.
The beginning is near.




Copyright © N0body ... [ 2004-11-30 15:50:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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