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Wake Up
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My life in general the night goes by, everythings a blur
the spots in the light, makes my eyes insecure
the day seems gone, the sunset near
get nothing done, the waste-i fear
come inside to repeat my day, my motivation down the drain
lost in my mind with nothing to say
no misery, no pain, no gain
looking outside my dreams feel shallow
and my eyes feel opened up
the spots in the light have broken tomorrow
as soon as i've had enough
i like the way the poem breaks and flows, like a river flooding and spilling, splurging and gaping. i like the words in here, how some rhyme at the end and some rhyme in the middle. fuck structure, its all overrated. better poems come when you lose all form and just let it all flow. ok thanks