What To Do Poem by Marites C. Cayetano

Midnight
time passing by
leaving me thinking
of what to do
when the morning comes.

What to do
for the rest of my life
I don't know why
I ask myself this question
while I still have things to do
to this present time.

Maybe I want something new
that could make me feel excited
or maybe there is still youth inside of me
that needed to be released
before I get really old
or maybe I'm just being stupid
to think about it.