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