Summer Time Wasting

Fri, 07/01/2016 - 14:40 -- lilyia

I'm not much of a creative writer.

I'm not a genius, and I'm not a fighter.

Just an average student on break going day by day,

Missing the plentiful dining hall buffet.

I sleep all day like a newborn baby,

Should I get up and actually do things? Maybe.

Summer days fly as fast as a falcon,

All while I chug coffee by the gallon.

What am I doing with my life?

At this rate, I'll never end up being a wife.

I'll live alone with my thirty cats.

All while creating our perfect hermit habitat.

I wonder what wisdom is on Wikipedia today.

I wonder how much I weigh.

Too many pointless things to occupy myself with.

Oh! Let's read a story on myths!

Wait, stop!

You need something more productive to do on your laptop.

Essays are too boring...

It's a fiery inferno outside, it's too hot to go exploring,

How about poetry?

Why not make a few fun poems that can be seen globally?


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