If there were ever an occasion
To be careless, it’s now
Spells of procrastination
Keep beggin’ me to bow
To its sluggish advances –
‘Tis normalcy’s decree
Feel like taking more chances
Like livin’ life more freely
Then I’ve been as of late
‘Cause my energy’s been sapped
By the weight of my plate:
Feel like my potential’s capped
By the daily grind
Gotta bore my way through
So I can finally find
The way to the real You.


All grammar violations intentional – it’s poetry. ‘Tis how I feel at this…very…m o m e n t.
I ‘ m   t i r e d . . . g o o d n i g h t .

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