Friday,8 am alarm
47 hours later
sunday,8 am still awake
weekend activites in which i partake
roll with the punches
on with the beats
live life: non stop
this the world and i'm on top
losing ounces
of vulnerabilty
neither predator or prey
stangers around me but oddly okay
fun times four
equals insomnia
the mouse locked up in her tower
wondering what happened to that missing hour?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem