Long nights better known as fright nights.
How the hell did this catastrophe ignite?
"Have you done this?" "No."
"Did you finish that?" "No."
"Are you do--?" "No."
No, no, no, no.
A step above the rest, but still below the very best.
Feeling cold, albeit you're wearing a vest.
My days are sprinkled with tiredness
Glazed over with laziness
with heavy doses of productiveness.
A dusting of blah powder, has been generously sprinkled.
We do so much, yet have done so little
Living as a paradox,
we are confined to the limits of a certain box.