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 I Believe It Was A Saturday Morning

Saturday morning I am waiting,

patient for the sky to crawl.

I have heard from someone’s someone

that the world today will fall.

No real reason to be excited,

not that I don’t want to live.

It’s just the moments that betray me,

and it’s the people that I meet.

I keep getting looks of worry,

I’m being told it’s really bad,

the one day I am truly smiling,

is the day we’re getting burnt.

Saturday evening I am waiting,

it seems they tricked me to believe,

that hopes can be attained to heavens,

even if the death to greet.

Someone’s someone was a liar

and the world today won’t fall.

I’m still hoping for such disaster,

the one that’ll save me from it all.