Booking your day before its full
No one in there to make you fool
When you arrive
You have the light
In your first step
Click and hide
I am sure no one in there
put your luggage leave the stairs
here you are you are alone
Its choices
to have voices
In your own tone
Or
showering your memory
using your own boundary
Its your choice
in an hour or a minute
to write a line or a letter
or
lay down
for a second in a sofa
So book your day before its full
no one in there to make you fool
Its all yours you paid for
keep trying to search for door
so book your day before its full
no one in there to make you fool
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