Soon Enough
Waiters
We get worn down
Misery begins to settle
Upon our mental anguish
Back and forth
The errands never end
It’s another language
No worries,
For I will be gone before long
Society
Seems to be nothing more
Than a practical down pour
Let us change our stars
Our path throughout misery
Shall we get there?
Be plagued on to remember who we are
No worries
For I shall be gone soon enough
The sleep
We never seem to be
Fortunate enough to grasp
The rain that falls
The tears we spare
To be upheld to nothing more
Then a few later laughs
No worries
Before long, I shall be gone
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