7 am the clock read
Stressed, agitated out of bed
Room strewn with books.
The empty shelves give me blank looks
Even the hummingbird knows pain,
So does the lonely dog on the street, like a chain
I look outside hoping to see something different,
The chorus of the group, now lament
Pages with the same story,
a script with a different theory
Even the melodic music that resonates
Sounds like a mimicry
Of a never-ending debate
The day ends on a sad tune,
Like the old man singing to his heart’s content at noon
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