you’re weary of being stationary
in the play ground rooms
where everything seems as tangible as sand
but amount to nothing more than nothing at all
you’re tired of making footprints that people call theirs
you can’t find motivation in the textbooks
they’re always lines too short
you’re tired
and shit like beauty sleep can’t fix this one
you’re weary kid, but you don’t have time to be
Recycling
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