Here I am full of vigor
Yet time passed in vain again.
Clock’s never tired of circling its arms
But the devil sings lullaby to my ears.
A chant that cajoles my feet
to the enthralling thoughts
of blankets and pillow.
Who am I to resist
when the bed talks to me
through its lines and comfortability.
Another day crush out
in the calendar.
Another slice of regret.
And then I remember a friend asked
“why do we adore wasting time for mediocrity?”
I just smiled and look at her regretfully.