by Shirley Hess

Created on: August 29, 2008

The day has gone
By so fast
Another week has gone
And all that's left
Is this emptiness
That more should have been done

But the clock still ticks
And I still sit
Wishing that I would.
Get on up
And move my butt.
Knowing that I should

But as the hour
goes on by
And another day passes
My stubbornness
is holding strong,
And my stupidity surpasses.

And so I write
And so I type
Knowing that I shan't.
I should really
Get some sleep
And yet somehow I can't.

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