When did the days become so long, when did we get lost in this song?
The repetitive song of day rolling into night rolling into day constantly
rolling away from me. The hyperactive struggle of the world against my intentions against my lethargy against a lazy generation stuck in front of the television paralyzed and unable to move. When did the words of a writer stop mattering, When did the words of a writer stop writing? They jumble and float but never become just lay and mold and rot away, never accomplishing.
When?
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