When I come to you
My thoughts comes rushing out
from the keypad that I have with me
No wonder
It's just a matter of time
Time as to how fast my heart & soul wants to react to this
In truth, they say
There is no time
Time is created by men
then what are men?
What are human beings?
I come home tipsy and I feel depressed
over the same issue
I feel like I'm only a call away
I feel this is the greatest excuse
But I'll regret it
If I do it
Like how i did it the last time
drunk and crying
My heart
What would you like
Must i grant every single thing that you say
Am i fit for the role i play?
I feel incapable unable to make mistakes
one day away and query about my job come in
What would i like?
I think i look down upon myself
I don't know what I want in me
I am taking a course in Le Cordon Bleu
Yes, i will.
It's my intent.
My intent is to take a patisserie course
Somehow or rather I feel happy in it.
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