Tired muscles squeak
Brain cells exhausted from activity
Eyes hurt from hours of light invasion
Motivation tank is empty
Ah! I need a refill
A journey to the land of dreams
Slowly his consciousness is clouded
Strong muscles give way
Eyelids meet in a kiss creating an envelope of darkness
Sweet dreams to him!
'Till the door swings and a not so kind voice calls
A little of it probably won't hurt
Someone told him it refreshes
Just pray and hope
That the master does not come knocking
So you don't get caught in the act
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, Adjah Oka. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.