Break out

I haven’t written a poem in fucking ages

But when I do, it’s really quite contagious

Where does time go?


Or am I just a victim of mass frustration…


I don’t get it,

I’m good at starting shit

That I can never finish

My hopes and dreams all do diminish

This life I’m sure must have some limits

Or is endless potential just trapped within us?


I must have missed getting a key

To unlock the gates of

How this life should be

It surely would be useless

Cuz I’d be stuck there with the losers

Just tryna break free


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