Help Me

The blues skies and crisp fall breeze.

Cuddling with blankets in cold mornings.

I’m tempted to stay in that fantasy world forever.

To just idle around and simple do what I want seems like an impossible dream now.

All I ask is for a break but the world is a slave-driver.

I keep going and going,

But all I want it sleep,

And just some peace of mine.

 

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