Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Pencils Down

So sanctimonious, heartstrings be damned
All but harmonious, moving parts jammed
Settled in graveyards, not peacefully resting
Firm moral compass just ripe for the besting
Testing the waters, test taking is easy
It’s work in-between that can’t seem to appease me
The truth? I’m exhausted, I’ve spent what I’ve earned
And I lessen each lesson I shouldn’t unlearn


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