(A message for my daughter)
Chatting in the Internet
Or texting all day and night
About the same things,
Sadly getting trapped
In a waste-time game
So additive, never imagined
While time rapidly passes by!
Eyes drained after being glued
To a bright micro screen
Throughout the whole day,
Night arrives and can't sleep,
Possessed by splitting headache,
Then realizing that time
Was absolutely wasted!
What a shame!
Nothing was accomplished
But now it is too late
To make the past change,
In what it could had been
A beautiful day well spent,
Doing something valuable
That would help you move on!
Now, think deeply
Before you miss again
The best a new day
Will offer you! One more time!
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New York City
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