Welcome to College
Surrounded by books
But no inspiration,
Focused eyes
But no concentration.
Complete silence there
But so loud in my head,
Bitting my nails and pulling my hair,
my creativity is dead.
Wendy and Peter Pan?
How much does this cost?
Living in Neverland
I don't think I can afford
Fairytales and stories
That was the past,
The only thing I need:
is my childhood to last.
Chan K.
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