Day after Day
Day after day I sit in this chair,
Day after day I breathe the stale air,
expecting to learn something,
anything clear.
So why am I sitting here,
Day after day,
watching the clock tick tock away,
hearing only the screams of our dying brain cells,
hearing only our dreams run away from ourselves.
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