Lost in a perfectly organized world
the times and places mapped out
repetition by the hour
like a timepiece
monotony
the matrices elude me
rows and columns,
on and on
I'm living on a diagonal.
I'm playing checkers in a chess game.
Probably be easier if I spoke the language
before I hopped on the bus-
Nah!
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