A Day in the Life

Avoiding a friend, arms like lead
Ideas in my head, sleep under my eyes
Ambition is oozing out my fingers
but they only type in questions
Cough like a toy rattling in my chest
And the ebb and flow of routine
That’s only possible on a Friday.

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