The four year time constraint
To wooden surfaces under checklists
And paper thin retention of mind numbing information
Mitigates the spoiling of self loathing
that filters into windmills
to pay for breath that I will never find myself begging for
Instead merely taking it with trade
Crafts that my school teachers labeled priceless
Dignity for my greyed matter
I aim to pinpoint
the exploitation of other life enough to free myself
Nor do I assume myself able to try
But after two years more
of finding solace in the familiarity of somber
The disgust in which I often wish I was more unique
To choose the construct that defines me
and the setup that confines my creativity
Is the only thing maintaining the
build of a funnel into windmill currency
