I eat my plastic wrap foodin your big white room,
as I stare at the clock
waiting for number to tell me who I am
If I can elegantly imprint
the words from your books onto my mind
Ill be one step closer
to my once upon a time.
Racing ahead, to follow behind.
Being content until it's necessary to change,
is the nature of my being,
society seeks to rearrange.
For the higher you are,
the higher you can see;
This is no-mans land
In case you questioning me.
Simplicity is complicated in the broken homes of today,
dont have time for a context, its already tomorrow yesterday.
Is this art of procrastination,
whose really to say?
Life's a godman poem,
underneath all the silly games we play.
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