Files
in rows
Waiting to be pulled out
Waiting to be used
Cramped, squeezed, filled
Loaded with mint conditioned worksheets
Magnets push and pull
North and South, South and North
Magnet to metals, metals to magnet
Their design compels them
To move no more
Eraser rubbing against paper
Producing thermal energy
Energy that wipes out all energy put in
The same energy that gives energy within
Life's supposed to be like that
Ever changing, full of errors and correction
But where's the eraser for life?
All I find is correction fluid
All stuck in the same mistakes, same battles
Why even bother put us through the struggle?
For this is where the true test reveals itself
For your testaments told for all to behold
For Him to assess whether your motivations are noble
Or fabrications upon your fibs and fables
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