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