At The Library

Continue doing and working whatever the situation may be.

An empty paper in front to glare
Waiting for something that I can share
Hands that rest on an empty forehead
Thinking blankly of what might be ahead.

Books scattered on top a messy table
People behind, walk and then grumble
Thinking what words are best to write
With sleepy eyes that wanted to hide

Wake up sleeper no time to waste
Life is not a road trekked with haste
Slowly but surely take time to think
Give a smile and make a wink.