Selling out

Kicking pebbles on the tracks
Drank so much coffee
I will never relax

Wipe that look off my face
Spread out my things
To occupy space

Look through the file
Bored to my teeth
After only one mile

Trying to forget what I remembered
Dreaming of the spot
Where we Septembered

A small walk by the pond
To a desk that I hate
With those I hold fond

I wish it so fast
Can't believe so little
Time has gone past

Creating personal designs
For those I don't know
My inner nag whines

Then not too soon
I sweat the unfinished
Walking out by the moon

Kicking pebbles on the tracks
I swallow my dreams
And live on the facts

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