Exploration
Exploration
Night
time can be a dark and dreary time.
A bell rings and my inner demons come calling.
A sugar rush backwards through my veins,
An easter bunny lies guiltily half eaten.
A tale that almost tells itself.
A bell rings and my inner demons come calling.
A sugar rush backwards through my veins,
An easter bunny lies guiltily half eaten.
A tale that almost tells itself.
I
shy from confrontation.
The light stays on and so I avoid myself.
Wish myself already asleep with whispered protestations.
Can you see me now ?
I see nothing but my own twisted self image.
The light stays on and so I avoid myself.
Wish myself already asleep with whispered protestations.
Can you see me now ?
I see nothing but my own twisted self image.
I
know where my worries lie.
I am well practised in the art of procrastination.
Tomorrow is always another day,
Yesterdays tasks lie un-ticked and pressure builds.
I wait to be suffocated by own inactivity
Or puke with panic flashing in my eyes
I am well practised in the art of procrastination.
Tomorrow is always another day,
Yesterdays tasks lie un-ticked and pressure builds.
I wait to be suffocated by own inactivity
Or puke with panic flashing in my eyes
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