I do not care about work
About workouts, homeworks, or workings
How my body aches and mind decays
I want to lay my head down, anywhere
Pull the blankets over my body
Watch television and be brainless,
but only for a moment.
And how I wish...
How I wish I could transport myself to a tranquil place:
A field of tall grass, a pearly beach
Where wind blows dust in my eyes
But that's perfectly alright
Because I'm tired and sleepy
Anyway
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2 comments:
nice poem- your tranquil place reminds me of my poppy field (where i mentally escape to in math class...)
drink some coffee!
aw. pearly. such a good word. If you go to this place, let me know ok? haha
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