Oh summer vacations .Every year I can't wait for summer vacations, but I never learn.They always end up as boring and immensely dull. So, this poem describes my day and my thoughts during the summer vacations, from the moment I wake up till the moment I sleep. Don't be alarmed, I am not always this lazy, this poem makes up about one-thirds of my summer vacation. So here it goes, enjoy :).
Eyes blurring, mind concentrating,
Dawn To Dusk
suddenly I think, no more procrastinating!
I avert my eyess to the time,
all my passionate, yet temporary, ambitions sublime.
The conscience whispers,"you can catch sleep for another hour or two",
the heart cries, "No!" The brain says, "we're through!"
But I am already asleep,
being nothing more than a lazy, useless heap.
Before noon I rise from my slumber,
"who am I? What am I?" I try to remember.
Abandoning my philosophy,
from the clutches of my bed I try to break free.
The stairs I descend,
and the meal of breakfast I attend.
Then a whispering voice I hear,
so sweet, to deny it I can not possibly bear.
Oh! It is that constraining P.C,
it strangles me, it crushes me.
I am forced into submission by this abominable beast,
for it, I am just an every day feast.
I turn it on,
just to become an unproductive pawn.
Some websites I surf, some games I play,
time passes, and so the whole day.
I watch episodes into the night,
spend the whole night, I might.
Wearily, a few hours before dawn,
with all my will I shut it down, all my energy already gone.
I dump myself onto the bed,
my eyes drooping like they're full of lead
Tomorrow is going to be different, I think, It's going to be more productive,
But alas, it's just a broken promise, I know I'll never be constructive.
So these are my summer hours of laze,
But at the end I love these days.
I avert my eyess to the time,
all my passionate, yet temporary, ambitions sublime.
The conscience whispers,"you can catch sleep for another hour or two",
the heart cries, "No!" The brain says, "we're through!"
But I am already asleep,
being nothing more than a lazy, useless heap.
Before noon I rise from my slumber,
"who am I? What am I?" I try to remember.
Abandoning my philosophy,
from the clutches of my bed I try to break free.
The stairs I descend,
and the meal of breakfast I attend.
Then a whispering voice I hear,
so sweet, to deny it I can not possibly bear.
Oh! It is that constraining P.C,
it strangles me, it crushes me.
I am forced into submission by this abominable beast,
for it, I am just an every day feast.
I turn it on,
just to become an unproductive pawn.
Some websites I surf, some games I play,
time passes, and so the whole day.
I watch episodes into the night,
spend the whole night, I might.
Wearily, a few hours before dawn,
with all my will I shut it down, all my energy already gone.
I dump myself onto the bed,
my eyes drooping like they're full of lead
Tomorrow is going to be different, I think, It's going to be more productive,
But alas, it's just a broken promise, I know I'll never be constructive.
So these are my summer hours of laze,
But at the end I love these days.
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| This sums up my summer vacations :D |
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