Morning and my Bed “Poem”

The first thought after waking up in the morning from my bed

“I can assert this immediate knowing that I am alive this morning like any other morning”

“The endless circle of waking up and sleeping never dies”

“Repetition begins, go wash your teeth’s, Make your bed, drink coffee, check Instagram newsfeed and study then work and then come home study and sleep”

I talk to nobody but to myself day and night

Nobody calls me on the phone and I call no body oh how serene

It seems as if I exist for nobody but my passions alone

I know even this whole life is not enough for me to grasp even an essence of all the divine knowledge preserved in the books on my table

Philosophy diminishes and cast away the life out of you

A geek, a bibliophile, a moron’s life is not worth living

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