I wake up in tensity
Running it all over
fiting the 25th in the 4rth. (hours)
Still saving some sleep, being sober
I wake up to my duties
With a prepared mind
Surviving through the day
Settling the 9 to 5
Atleast the night gets good
Some real connections some real smiles.
Stress dealt with, the strive revives
And the hugs tighten me up Break my laughter in cries
I wake up in tensity
And I feel already tierd
Maybe growing up is weird
Am I just one of the many wired
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adnan it is (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is what growing up meant for me; again as my style goes.... Read it as growing up is weird but treat it as growing up is wired.
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I wake up,
no need to hurry,
just the sun and me,
moving slowly.
No ticking clocks,
no deadlines.
I breathe deep,
sky close,
wind at my back,
path open.
The day’s a quiet tune,
and I drift along.
Laughter flows,
soft like sea waves,
smiles appear without effort,
hugs are light,
just warmth,
breaking the silence.
Maybe growing up
isn’t about fighting,
but feeling part of this world,
Letting my mind roam free,
finding peace in just being.
Beautiful!! not only that but you have written a thought changing poem atleast for me. A slight change in the slang - beauty with change...
I am glad it helped. Thank you so much😊❤️
I Thank youuuu!!!
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