In the advent of what is cracking,

I know it matters not,

I keep ignoring it,

And the fear keeps expanding,

A new day and the pain has reduced,

Alot is to pending but I take it in,

Lying here without the strength,

So confused and wondering why,

This day has ended well,

I look forward to the weekend,

This extreme rest day,

Leaves me more dead than alive,

I look up and see myself,

Wondering why I stand alone,

I'll contradict myself and wonder out loud,

What interesting things make up this life,

The endless sleep in that dreamless state,

I'm so refreshed like a newborn kid,

This makes life so hard,

I'm struggling to move things up,

Inspiration comes and goes,

But hardship clarifies the paths,

In this life I live,

I see the best in all,

This life I live,

Brings me so much joy,

This slippery slope I want out of it,

Of reckless sleeping and unhappy dealings,

Life makes things harder or easier,

We need to take the initiative today,

I read my old poems,

Some are lovely and flow well,

Life moves so fast my friends,

In a blink it is a raging fire,

Such dreams are scary odes,

I wonder where it got the courage,

The alarm did not ring,

And I'm sorry for it,

The day starts and I think I've lost,

No I haven't I am here today,