School, clocks, papers, forms, money, competition:
we aren't meant to be this way, can't we see?
Let it go.
Days grind by like iron cogs and rusted gears:
we all want something else, why can't we see?
Let it all go!
Slam open these doors that block us in.
Step out, breathe in, and what will we see?
Sunlight on leaves.
We've let it go.
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