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No year so plain
as this one flat
as Kansas, though we trek on.
Days glisten by like
refracted sun through car door windows,
self-thought drowned out under
the hiss of city-industry.
Years and months and days
blend to nothing
but a single question
on a 10th grade World History exam.
Studied like a nest of ants
of molten marinara dropped to a
unforgiving floor only to be sponged away;
a mess of indistinguishable experiences.
Minds sealed, arms crossed.
The man peers behind the great curtain
“Stop it young man”, says a voice in the crowd.
“Focus on your act.”
Imprinting footsteps no different,
than our parents’
Tomorrow is not to come without
the completion of today.
now ask: why tomorrow?
Energy, vibrance. Soaked up
from equally dried souls.
We pen our day to another us to complete
Pre-Final Edits (before giving in to McFee's comments, which I didn't agree with)
No year so plain,
as this one. still
we all strive ‘forward’.
Days glisten by like
refracted sun through car door windows,
self-thought drowned out under
the hiss of city-industry.
First months, then scores, now generations
blend to nothing
but a single question
on a 10th grade World History exam.
Studied like a nest of ants
of molten marinara dropped to a
unforgiving floor only to be sponged away;
a mess of indistinguishable experiences.
Minds sealed, arms crossed.
The man peers behind the great curtain
“Stop it young man”, says a voice in the crowd.
“Focus on your act.”
Imprinting footsteps no different,
than our parents’
Tomorrow is not to come without
the completion of today.
now ask: why tomorrow?
Energy, vibrance. Soaked up
from equally dried souls.
We pen our day to another us to complete