Cliché Poem by Aya Takahashi

Cliché



Everyone is so busy
I’m used to it everyday
Seeing them chatting and procrastinating
It seems like unending

Thinking of them as a labyrinth
They are a difficult puzzle to be figure out in sprint
Busy doing something
And it’s always been chit-chatting

What a cliché
The same thing happened today.
What’s with this inconsistency
That performed by everybody?

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