I don't write much...
I can't write much...
And now when I finally am writing,
It doesn't even pertain to the post I'm
Supposed to be typing
Because, the only thing I can think about
before I go to bed at night,
Is how many times I'll be hitting that snooze
button,
And that tomorrow in math
I'll have, to solve too many Trigonometric Functions.
But
When I can write
When I do write
It's that rare 2 AM shift I get
for the occupation of my mind,
When the dull emotions call in sick,
and now I have to cover their shift.
By now I'm being yelled at by my boss,
that is my repressed memories
I'M TRYING to remedy what they've
been telling me.
That I can never quit this job
And if I did...
That would be a permanent solution,
to a temporary problem.