Clogged between steep high-rise
I wonder why
Or what benefit
Would this pretending do
when  I know I don’t belong here
When I know there’s so much to do
So much I want to do
So why am I stuck here
And my life refusing to go any direction
Its a repetitive countdown
One where I’m not moving forward
the time slides out
Grain by grain
Seconds churned out
I have to get up
Get out
I need to move
because staying still never did anyone good.


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