each night I go to bed

a little bit later

I wake up in the morning

forgetting the past

days add up like coins in my pocket

I'm rich with hours

another little bit has passed

I find another hobby

swear to myself I'll get healthy

another little bit has passed

I think about the news

write about my views

another little bit has passed

when will this world come to an end?

it seems so eternal right now

This poem was originally posted on Twitter as an experimental project in spontaneous poetry via Twitter with @paulokoba