Broken in by the light of day

Mornings sleep in the afternoon

Have no reasons to delay

The work at home is unknown gone

I can’t be past the pasture to stare

I float along without a care

I win enough to end up losing

Pushed along without bruising

What was the point of learning the none

I’d begun to drift off as the teacher sung

Surmised to decide where my ending bends

I tend to retreat into the shell is my trend

I finished and closed

Got so close

The hopes were dead

And this was the ends

It was to be what I feel

It was all being real