Three twenty four
continuous flows of "luv (sic)" fills my earphones
sentimentality, the emotional outbursts
I know I shouldn't be up at this hour
too many thoughts fill this small mind
videos of rappers stringing words like pearls
wistful smile follows, maybe and perhaps
regrets lie but feelings don't
the closer the sun comes,
dreams thin and fantasies break
It's bittersweet knowing
that you forget who you were in time.
All you can do, as for now
is to find endlessness in a limited world.
and I'm out again by three fifty, calm and nifty
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