Wake

by Hopelessly Devoted to You   Aug 25, 2009


A new day comes as the sun comes up,
your eyes finally open from being shut,
you see the ceiling and you lift your head,
as you quickly begin to get out of bed,
shower, brush your hair and your teeth,
so many to do in twenty-four hour's reach.

Yet as all this runs through your mind,
and you try not to loose track of time,
you constantly block your range of sight,
as you lead yourself to an unfulfilling life,
what a shame it is that you cant see,
that you should be taking it more slowly.

Watch the sunset,take a deep breath,
be thankful for the time you have left,
for right now people struggle to walk,
and others near their end can hardly talk,
or speak their final words they long to say,
while your here still planning your day.

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