In a hurry

We’re often on the run

and for what? We don’t know what 

you can hear the slight hum

of talks among the spots.  

Always on our own 

we’re kind of from home. 

You can feel the aches in your bones 

And time passes really slow. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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amaryssand9090

This is a scenario I picture myself when I’m away at college 

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