Here, have a seat, listen, can you hear it?
Winds of whisper, raindrops of glister
Covering the view of the seemingly true
You’re sitting on your chair shaking in despair
Because you can’t really see through you
Relative views from last year’s class sections
Chances lost, gone through like glances
Dancing in your mind in beats relentless
Entrapping you in the past
Withholding dawn from dusk
Rending you senseless
New clothes, stocks, and granite made mansions
Crafted from the minds of imaginative actors
Who impersonate gracious contractors
Those actors…I envy them I do. You see I’m like you
And I’m positive that what I say is true.
But wait…I am… you.