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.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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