better//

i'm sitting at a desk

lit dim, sipping coffee

letting stale dreams

float through the air

they bounce like clouds

like dust moats in light

and any gust of air

couldn't get them away 

yes, there is a paper

wrinkled at the edges

from age and from tears

with ink that tainted it years ago

never quite found it in me
to finish my writing,

never found the strength in me

to break the cycle that spins my head

spins it like a record player

my thoughts never had the chance

to settle, to fall.

there is no place to lay

but i say the same

that i've always said...

i'll find it in me to get better.

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