Empty Days

  Another day spent staring at blue painted walls

  How can I feel so restless while achieving fuck all

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  My tapping foot won't even tap out a beat

  Twice today I was reminded to eat.

  A mind untethered, yet not thoughts unbound

  As they chase each other round and round

  Until they just become white noise

  A blank canvas, an empty void

  Where went all my aspirations?

  Wherefore art thou youth?

  My clock has wound down

  Hollow is my truth