Chill
By Wistaria
I find myself lost most of the time,
Sleepness nights and flights to catch,
Endless race and meaningless match,
People to listen to, if only i can care less,
Seriously, not going to lie, my life is such a mess.
At night I'd stare at the spinning fan,
All the thoughts came crashing down like a broken dam.
asking myself, "Aren't I trying too hard for things nobody gives a damn?"
This is what it feels like to be a broken man.
It is okay to rest,
You don't always have to put on your best,
What is life if you are always sad?
When you wake up, the sun don't just rise from the west,
Take your time and put on some jazz.
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