Not a morning person. Who still goes by the textbook?
I'll pass on the worms. Sleep equals proper functioning somehow I constantly toss and turn.
First check eleven minutes before a quarter to seven. I chose to stay awake at my own discretion, grogginess draining latent energy like a poisonous weapon.
As the sun starts its rounds I'm on an all expense paid slumber; sleep bound high noon when I come to productively capitalizing my worth like a proper noun.
In and out, pattern's unsteady. A light snoozer eight hours is too heavy.
Never was the up and at em type, I'd lounge around before doing what I feel is right.
Saluting early birds, I'll acquire knowledge self-paced, no use rushing to the finish line without my shoes laced.
About the Creator
Troy V
Name's Troy. I enjoy writing poetry. I would love for more people to hear my work and then I heard about this site. I'm learning to write about other things but I mainly write about my confidence/self-esteem and real life obstacles.
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