as the world turns

as the world turns,
a revolution in the distance repeats itself.
the old cliche record skips once again.
just sitting through midnight breezes,
i stare at these blank pages.
a white canvas becomes too intimidating,
so i retreat to this shell of music in which i seek slumber in
i search for the realization amidst the echoes.
the music plays on and bounces off the walls of this conch,
and drowns out the noise of the ocean.
because the songs meaning is just too deep compared to the sea.
just stuck in a trance,
i just happened to end up this way.
sitting for too long, listening to carefully,
got too used to the day
got too comfortable with these ways.
but ill break free.
ill break this glass ceiling,
and transcend this emotion,
redefining the meaning of the greenhouse effect.
to breathe in and be able to exhale as freely as the earth once did.
but for now, ill sit in this dark room
and develop these life lessons in each thought-process-stop-bath,
only to create good habits.
so i speak once again in cliche
so i sit once again under moonlit rays
i sit as the world turns...



get up...