The hour is late,
I find my self wanting. ..
The struggle within daunting,
My Needs, both Real and Great. ..
The claxon's wail a torment,
As seconds Mark the time. ..
Dreams of you my crime,
Your Visage, dire Lament. ..
I struggle, bound in place,
Determined, steadfast pride. ..
Ashamed, in truth I hide,
From mornings risen Grace...
Screw it. ..
If I hit snooze ONE MORE TIME. ..
I'M GOING TO BE LATE! !!
DAMN. ..
Ravyn /|\ ...
Bard, of the Order of Bards,Ovates and Druids...
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