Empty Days


    Another day spent staring at blue painted walls


    How can I feel so restless while achieving fuck all


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    My tapping foot won''t even tap out a beat


    Twice today I was reminded to eat.


    A mind untethered, yet not thoughts unbound


    As they chase each other round and round


    Until they just become white noise


    A blank canvas, an empty void


    Where went all my aspirations?


    Wherefore art thou youth?


    My clock has wound down


    Hollow is my truth