What To Do
Midnight
time passing by
leaving me thinking
of what to do
when the morning comes.
What to do
for the rest of my life
I don't know why
I ask myself this question
while I still have things to do
to this present time.
Maybe I want something new
that could make me feel excited
or maybe there is still youth inside of me
that needed to be released
before I get really old
or maybe I'm just being stupid
to think about it.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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