All my gears are worked up,
Agitating me,
Feeling perturbed and dumbfounded,
Cause this frivolous task I have done,
Without much concern the pages are folded.
They say the night is young,
But my spirit is aging,
It falls along with grains of time,
Onto my bed of which I'm lying..
Tomorrow's a another day..
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