I Release Me

I´m fed up with the monotony  of waking up to the same routine  everyday;  the same problems  the same worries  the same aspirations  the same goals,  roaming like a nomad  drunk on the present  in the early hours  of this city, this lifestyle.  I´m fed up with having  all the time to do everything  without enough time for  anything, to spend another minute  not holding you  not being with you,  with being love sick.  I´m fed up with wealth  my social class, prosperity,  the white picket fence,  with experts  with America  with Europe,  with all the things  I´ve ever been taught.  I´m fed up with  always being distracted  by mindless distractions,  with T.V., fast food  and no one saying  what they really think,  with apathy and society.  I´m fed up with  being a nice young man  who will graduate from a top 100 school  who will make alot of money  who will make everyone proud  who will do the right thing  I´m fed up with poetry,  with having to scream  into the coffee-stained pages  of a notebook, and listen  to your crap because  you´ve memorized all the right words.

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My sentiments exactly. I'm fed up too.