"My weariness amazes me,
I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet."
-Bob Dylan
A series of enigmatic classes
were re-birthed today,
but the sun is now closed
as my mouth was fixed,
though I had the world to say.
I shuffle around with glasses,
ones that aren't exactly mine,
yet I see the worn faces
put on their heroic fronts,
knowing there's not enough time.
Watch how they make passes
at all the girls far away gone,
stepping off the marble
with no proof of a medal,
and still how they stumble on.
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