When the sun don't shine and the sky is grey,
Fate isn't kind and you feel like a prey.
Worry not sugar there is always a way,
Lying in a chocolate fudge that could save the day.
When it's gloomy and cloudy with a raining spree,
You get drench and soaked in the rain at 11 degree.
If you're feeling miserable and cannot break free,
Take a sniff of chocolate fudge and dance like a bee.
When the moon is blue and you feel under the weather,
The cold won't go and you just can't stop the shiver.
Hold a cup of hot choc as you would your lover,
Let the warmth seeps in and make this down time over.
When your workload is high till you can't see the sky,
You get all stressed up and time starts to fly.
Try to take a breather but please do not cry,
Nothing like chocolate fudge to feel like summer in july.
Warmths you inside out with alot left to spare,
It's written on the wrapper the makers declare.
Chocolate fudge delivery from me here to you there,
Perhaps it could lighten the burden that you couldn't share.
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Archives for November 2009
Sleep Inductor
On: Friday, November 20, 2009
Eyelids burdened with heaviness,
Brain cells paralysed with sleepiness.
Preception on the edge of senselessness.
Awareness at the brink of unconciousness.
Sleep is a luxury i can't be given,
Cursed to stay awake and left forsaken.
The taste of freedom almost forgotten,
Hanging by a thread dreaming of heaven.
Droning of the machines' so hypnotizing,
Knocking me out even when the sun's still rising.
Only music around is the hydraulics orchestra singing,
You can't really blame me if i keep day dreaming.
On my semi concious mind is chocolate fudge,
Tried to drift there but i really need a nudge.
Somehow my hazy mind just won't even budge,
Hope the person waiting doesn't hold a grudge.
This freaking place is like a sleep inductor,
The air around here is like a sleeping gas inhaler.
Need to gather my thoughts but its taking forever,
Need to stay awake and not trip the circuit breaker !
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Brain cells paralysed with sleepiness.
Preception on the edge of senselessness.
Awareness at the brink of unconciousness.
Sleep is a luxury i can't be given,
Cursed to stay awake and left forsaken.
The taste of freedom almost forgotten,
Hanging by a thread dreaming of heaven.
Droning of the machines' so hypnotizing,
Knocking me out even when the sun's still rising.
Only music around is the hydraulics orchestra singing,
You can't really blame me if i keep day dreaming.
On my semi concious mind is chocolate fudge,
Tried to drift there but i really need a nudge.
Somehow my hazy mind just won't even budge,
Hope the person waiting doesn't hold a grudge.
This freaking place is like a sleep inductor,
The air around here is like a sleeping gas inhaler.
Need to gather my thoughts but its taking forever,
Need to stay awake and not trip the circuit breaker !
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Seriously. Tick Tock already.
On: Friday, November 13, 2009
When you move around but time doesn't follow,
Obviously there's a problem and a gap in the flow.
While you sit at a spot like a weird freak show,
Why in the world is time moving damn slow?
Miserable is such an inadequate word to explain,
Attempts to escape boredom that ended in vain.
Confined in a box without knowing the sun or rain,
The loss of my time is not worth the microscopic gain.
Precision of the machines in a pace so steady,
Buzzing of the alarm when the molding is ready.
Staring at the clock we nicknamed "speedy",
Seriously clock, just tick tock already.
Snails and tortoise never seemed to move this fast,
Unless you're in a continuum where present is the past.
How many more 60 seconds can i struggle to last,
Before my brain and body all starts to rust?
Wasting manpower just sitting there idle,
Betteroff doing things like playing the fiddle.
If not for expanding my knowledge's cradle,
I won't even be in this Mini stagnant puddle.
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Obviously there's a problem and a gap in the flow.
While you sit at a spot like a weird freak show,
Why in the world is time moving damn slow?
Miserable is such an inadequate word to explain,
Attempts to escape boredom that ended in vain.
Confined in a box without knowing the sun or rain,
The loss of my time is not worth the microscopic gain.
Precision of the machines in a pace so steady,
Buzzing of the alarm when the molding is ready.
Staring at the clock we nicknamed "speedy",
Seriously clock, just tick tock already.
Snails and tortoise never seemed to move this fast,
Unless you're in a continuum where present is the past.
How many more 60 seconds can i struggle to last,
Before my brain and body all starts to rust?
Wasting manpower just sitting there idle,
Betteroff doing things like playing the fiddle.
If not for expanding my knowledge's cradle,
I won't even be in this Mini stagnant puddle.
.
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