Waking Up

Open my eyes

I see the ceiling

What is it

That I’m feeling

The thought of wanting to sleep

But no

I have things to keep

 

Is it my grades

Is it my will

Is it my days

Is it my meal

Is it my pride

Is it my friends

Is it my ride

Is it my trends

 

I have many things to keep

Therefore, I will leap

Into my future

Where I have to pretend

And upgrade my feature

And try hard to blend

But that won’t stop my rapacity

Neither will it stop my capacity

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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