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this morning. thinking of all the projects that are stacking up.

people rushing past me in crowded hallways, running
not nearly fast enough, not nearly slow enough,
the music isn't loud enough, it's not enough, but I swear that I'm not selfish

pushing past but getting nowhere, lost in found, hard to discern,
piling up, everything, all I need to do; so sick of it

I should get used to it but how is it living like this if
I keep running repeatedly, the same algorithms, repeatedly,
the same paths, the same keys, only to finish
and not save it all in the end.