It's late again
It's late again
It's later than I thought, half past 11.
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It's later than I thought, half past 12.
- Does he love me?
- Should I change?
- Why do I do this to myself?
It's later than I thought, half past 2.
- Eyes heavy
- Mind full
- Body sore
It's earlier than I thought, half past 5.
- Alarm loud
- Light streaming in
- Quiet footsteps
It's earlier than I thought, half past 7.
- On the bus
- Almost too late
- Eyes bleary
It's earlier than I thought, half past 9.
- Struggle with math
- Hot tea in hand
- Music loud
It's over already,
tomorrow will be the same,
I can never keep up with the days,
that all seem the same.
The Voice
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