Don’t wanna get up,
Forgot life, forget the world,
Purely a society of nothing,
We create the faces of hope,
But who’s hope resides in us?
Do you create it for self?
Or is something we inherit?
My daily motions vary from day-to-day,
I need this by tomorrow,
But I want this for today,
Searching for logic, a quenched mind,
I can’t, don’t want to conform, but yet I do,
To see where this world take me,
I ride on through the dust, beating down alleyways,
Still trying to find meaning on each happenings,
My daily bread, I am trapped with thoughts,
Confusion are plentiful, solutions petty,
Where is the light seeping the crack wall?
I forget my wants, I only need tomorrow to come on by. (another day)
– Richardo
Why do we get up each day? The questions we ask do they get answered or we just pass them by day by day? Where is the meaning?
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