Grim. Awake. It's Time 2 Win?
Pen, Over There. Chair, Over There.
Stare @ What I Normally Stare @ Until My Head Clears.
Ears Only Hearing The Music I Meditated On All Night.
Right Is The Compunction That Guides My Function.
Morn. I Already Feel It, This Day Will B Fairly Pleasant.
Content. I'm Up & Out Of Bed Going 2 Make Some Coffee @ Exactly 10: 00 A.M.
10: 00 A.M.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem