Incomplete

Days are short, yet they seem to prolong,
You fail to know, exactly where to belong.
You want to be walking, just another furlong,
In the end however, life's always a ding-dong.

Many a things to be said, so do livelong.
Thinking about these things, I spend nightlong
I will always be staying with you, lifelong
I am hungry now, please feed me a footlong.

(Incomplete in the true sense the above lines are. Work we all have to do. Time will come and I will wright.)