I wanna do something other
Than sit back and wait
For time to pass
And good to come my way
I wanna do something other
Than scroll on my phone
Search for a contact,
Realise I'm alone
I wanna do something other
Than stay cooped up
In the asylum where I raised myself
When they were busy filling other shelves
I wanna do something other
Than think about you
Think about your promises
That were meant to be true
All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February
I took the miracle move-on drug but the effects were temporary
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Way of my soul || Poetry
PoetryFragments from my life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear reader, thank you for being here! I just wanted to say that I really love your feedback. Whether it's an...
