After one day of satisfaction pass,
One night of wonder take the chance and last,
I almost miss the golden time in class,
Where I meet people and they have me blast,

After all my future is quite not clear:
To work, or not to work: I must not ask,
Not to work is cleary trap death comes near,
And to work is to suffer with a mask;

But it depends on what you are doing:
Happy work leads happy life and good health,
It’s not always rainbow roads we’re walking,
There’s something for the price of wealth,

What I write may not make sense to all thee,
Remember: this place is the mind of me.

And here is where all my confusions end,
Or it will never stop conquer my mind,
Where here a way; a relief I intend,
Will never be true ‘couse the world’s unkind?

What would be appropriate to call this:
An act where one can take consequences,
Without the worry of a thing one’d miss
And with joy one’d aim and plan their offences,

Ready or not I am here fully fine,
But if I faint out in this middle day,
It would be my fault that cross limit line,
And yes I won’t regret it, not a way!

Wish whomever reading this clearly know:
These are just things inside my mind I show.