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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem