If you fixed it last night
You wouldn’t have to this morning,
if you spoke to who you were meant to
and read what you should have.
You’d be free if you said things aloud
So now it’s here, you lack solution.
Set for 8, it’s half 11 and you lie down
studying the ceiling,
deep inside space
Listless as said before,
You’ll find a way out:
Turn to your phone
Scroll here and there
Plan your day,
Look at what you should have done