Seven AM

seven AM, crawling outta bed

thoughts racing, anxiety

it catapult's me into the day

Wake n bake to clear my head


Shit i just wanna go back to sleep

Have a chat with the angel of death

Sadly she simply refused to reap 

so, i put my headphones in

and lose myself in the beat


Smile, when all's been said and done

i think this is winters end

and im ready to feel the sun

maybe try to have a little fun




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The Virtual Idealist
The Virtual Idealist

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