Feeling fomo
But kinda wanna
It to last longer
Being out of wonder
Staring at the ceiling
Kinda part of routine
Dealing with the feeling
Till the three thirteen
Gotta put my night mask on
N’ turn off the state of dreaming
Try to put less my marshalls on
N’ focus on the matters of a living
Nothing is done through the day
No shit is read, no x is found
Missing the last end of May
When I could simply cry out loud
P.S. I call this type of rhyme – gradual increase