As one grow weary, it is to go to sleep
When in bed, the brain refuse to shut
Racing thoughts, keeping the mind awake
The darting eyes, watching an empty screen
The heart beats faster than anticipated
What is the haste?
It is the time of the night, it is time to rest
Droopy eyes, the brain almost knocking off
Yet laying down in bed, thinking about tomorrow
The things to do, the tasks to be performed
Wishing that tomorrow comes faster
What is the haste?
1 comment:
i wld say that it is not of haste...but more of stress....a stressed & burnt out city dweller like me...always living in a fast pace environment...meeting targets, deadlines & expectations
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