by tacio
Morning is mean and
average
The sun shines fair and
scorching
Skies shroud by the fluffy
clouds
I am about to pack my
soul.
As daytime reach the noon
and soon to twilight
The feeling gets so heavy
of thinkables
I prefer to lay down the
whole day
And rest in a peaceful
sleep
When night comes the
burden gets hard
I caress the underworld's
wonder
Suppose I become strong in
my heart
I learned that I am glad
to go.
