Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Morning

The clock doesn't sound like tick-tock
It screamed "RING!!" everyday
How loud it yelled it seems okay
To flinch my eyes and dozed off again

The city awaits for my return
But yet I'm still dwelling on my own dreams
Worst of it, it's not mine
It's some other dude,gal or parents mind.

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