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Till the brain capacity I hold
Is diminished
Till the bomb explodes
Bang
Like so
An hourglass
Which continues to be filled with more sand
But it slips
Falls
Through the glasses grasp
One bucket
2 litres of water
Overflowing with a need to escape
Find more space
More time
Too much to do
Too much to see
Too much to
Listen
Smell
Taste
Simply impossible
As what can truly be considered good time management
YOU ARE READING
how, why?
PoésieHow do we get through our days and still, come out alright How do we rise from the earth dawn and dusk with the pressure of blocks concrete society all piled on top six feet under pages upon pages of the same boring stuff same. boring. stuff... yet...
