Four O'clock Poem by Hannah Torres

Drink coffee or go to bed.
Two thoughts running through my head.
It's four o'clock a little rediculous for a nap.
I can't ignore the fact that I got things to do.
Lists that I made earlier this morning.
Never ending lists that never seem to end.
It's hard for me to concentrate to focus on the task at hand.
Like my mind is running in circles as I am running out of time.
Time goes bye bye.
Days disappear.
Trying to stay up late to finish the lists.
But an hour does nothing to my million and one list.
I'm getting tired of it all.
Tired if life.
Tired of the stress.
Tired of having to keep going when I just want to sit down and feel the wind.
I watch as people throw their lives away.
Working day in and day night dreaming about things they will never get.
It's sad to know that.
Sad to think that dreams will only be dreams for people.
That life is just work and no play.
But life should be much more than that.
I want life to be much more than that.
Screw the lists
Screw the things that hold me back.
I'm going forward,
I'm going to make my dreams a reality.