Lazy, ain't I?
My surname is Lazy.
My middle name is Lazy.
My last name is Lazy.
I'm called Lazy Lazy Lazy.
Oh dear O Soul,
Why are you so lazy?
You know time is so precious,
& there you are letting it flow.
Now that all the anxiety are eating you up.
Consuming your soul, your breathe.
You feel like you'll never see daylight.
You feel like you don't care.
There are the memories gone.
The aspirations when you first felt.
Or no... you've never felt this way.
Living on a prayer'
Just like hanging on a thread.
Fighting for your breathe in a 8 A.M train
Trampling rose petals
Struggling in a drowning water
Resist the temptations
Balancing on the edge
Stretching the limits
Suddenly, it all fell out of place.
I hate this anxiety building up.
All you know is... don't give up until the last moment.
Every semester, you psycho yourself the same thing.
'It will get better'
Totally.
I just want so much to be carefree.
To be all I am.
Why am I like this?
Should I take a break?
I really hate myself for feeling no aspiration.
I hate myself for not wanting to study.
I hate who I am inside.
I hate this part of me who refuse to acknowledge.
Am I plain lazy or do I not know what I am doing?
I'm 20, not a kid anymore.
I ought to know the consequences,
but I just refuse to do it.
I just turn a blind eye to all these.
I could be jeopardizing my own life, career.
And I just simply don't care?
Man, I shouldn't even be alive.
Deserving all these chances to be here.
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