Live

The days are so long.
Yet the nights are short.
Seems like I'll I get done is work.
But what I want is to live.
Everyday seems like the one before.
With little variation.
To break this cycle seems impossible.
If it was broken I'd feel alive.
That is a feeling that seems long gone.
It's like a memory.
A memory that you want to relive.
It's a feeling I'd like to feel again.
So now I'll work to break the cycle.
And to live again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 10, 2009 at 7:38 PM
Hey, Ashley, I know exactly what you mean. Living only to work, sleep and repeat the cycle is a drag! Good work! Carolyn
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