I woke up in the morning and saw things difference.

I Slept over my bed and thought to what i hate?

Don't know where to go?
Don't know what to do?

Leave it and left it in my dream.
With tear and scream.

Who will understand this poem?
I'm not!!!

Write it down here, one day i turn back and read it, so i can feel the atmosphere today

With my same old laptop
With my same old boring job

Leftover here and get over what's my thought and my dream.