Maybe Not So Fixable.

this place is a construction zone under repair and building new things fixing the broken, and creating new things that will also break the whines of saws drumming of hammers far from rhythmatic. the beats are too disjointed. tearing down walls, replacing them with invisible boundaries. and the bricks and foundations lain to build knowledge upon crumbling beneathe your glare, your chalky fingertips drowning out the pleas are the yells from the unteachable the monsters of the playground, grown to roam hallways. those who yawn, as irritating as those who crane. the trade off. hours, days, weeks, years of my life for a piece of paper, and dreams that will soon break, and they cant be as easily fixed