the nights are cold
the nights are warm
on this planet where i slumber.
days grow longer
and evenings are shorter
will there ever be a release, a waking hour?
schools I see and work is part of me
and life is dreary as ever
but the act of fun and the love for passion
carry my head and my worries
32,000 characters to express my feeling...
but all I need is a simple 600
enough to get the message through
of hope. Love. Passion and gusto
what will I ever do?
so here I sit
in my chair
all the worries of the world , all but disappear
and what I have left
is happiness I protest
is the love of a world that is falling.

I wake up to the world I now know as home.
Off to school. away from home