Yet Another Day


Yet Another Day,
With a broken promise.
I make to myself each night.
I live a vagabond life,
Tip toe walking like a squirrel,
On the wired network.
This makes me asocial.
Browsing the people or lives?
Recollecting nothing,
Forgetting everything.
 I cross out on calendar,
With dwindled spark.
Yet Another Day,
With a broken promise.

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