Sitting in a grey classroom
Eyes locked on the clock
The teacher asks me:
Can you define art to me?
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The melanchonic, overwhelming feeling
At moments like these,
I feel like a failure.
Unloveable, to say atleast
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My thoughts constantly dwell in the past,
Has the decision I made,
filled me with regrets?
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I compare life with the behaviour of a rollercoaster,
It has its ups and downs,
But my rollercoaster seems to be that sort of rollercoaster,
that stays underground...
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Trees
Chainsawed down,
to slip its way into our pockets
eventually, to slowly devour our souls
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Poets are the soldiers
of pacifism
Our weaponry exist out of our pen and ink,
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Wind is loudly sneaking past the trees
Whenever I look outside, they seem to bow down for me
But my roots don't reach that deep
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Have you ever felt this feeling of being tired,
the kind of tired,
which sleep can't cure?
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Searching for answers,
high and low
But all I seem to find are more questionmarks
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Vanish
I think we may have forgotten the rules of playing hide & seek
'cause I'm still hiding
& nobody's searching