Thoughts at 3.33am

Thoughts at 3.33am

Poor Baby Mac got to sit on iron board

Together he keeps me accompany

To arm myself to the battle field at 10.15am

Less than 7 hours to go

Less sleep

Less energy

But, a brain with a wave of information

I hope I had done enough

I want this to be the limit

I want this to be worth

Who knows what happened later?

Will the history repeated?

God, let me get through this

I regretted for my laziness

I regretted for my procrastination

I regretted for sleeping too much

I regretted for not doing well for the 8 weeks 

Will I be punished?

Will I be lucky?

Will I be given one last chance?

Hormones are dancing 

Biological clock needs asylum

Brain need to be preserved

For no loss of memory

No loss of information

So, that no loss of life in the future

My bed is calling

My blanket is spreading

My pillow is stacking

My plushie is waving (creepy)

I'm hallucinating

Baby Mac is drying

Eli, live with it

With the path you take

With the mountain you climb

With the sea you swim

With the jungle you venture

With the track you run

With the passion in your heart

With the world you live in

With the air you breathe

With the lives you will deal

Time won't stop ticking

World won't stop spinning 

Lives won't stop coming

Death won't stop going

God won't stop giving up

I won't stop keeping it up

This is post #444

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