empty calculator
formulas old fashioned
and so are my clothes
maybe even my heart
so since i can't keep up
it's always running until
i'm empty
but it's
wrong direction walking
on the escalator
aching to be
kinder to myself someday
and with each step i take
the cycle repeats
because i can't walk
towards what's
right for me
i'm incapable of it
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vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.
