Where are the lines drawn?

It’s late and I sneer at myself for not waking up earlier this morning.

When one thing happens, it’s easy to fall off track.

For me, this was moving.

As the mornings become a bit more calm

and more things become unpacked,

my life looks for some stability.

Here, again, begins my journey towards success.

It’s late and there’s work to do. I will succeed.

The temperature in my room is nice. And I’m lucky to be in this setting.

I wonder what your night looks like.

Or if it’s day that you see.

It’s times like these, I wish I had nothing to do.

Oh, but can’t I see? There is nothing to do.

How the days pass.

How I watch the clock.


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