Deliriously dancing in daydreams.
Instantly waking to my afflicting schemes.
Skipping from task to task, like a frenzied flea.
Too dead from work, missing the envied black sea.
Roaming aimlessly, like in blind man in action.
Actually nvm, looks like I'm gaining some traction.
Counting the days til I'm old and feeble.
Totally stressed, like trying to thread a needle.
Incoming thoughts of warheads and pita bread.
Omg thoughts are stuck, like a stain on venetian red.
No Chat GPT, just let me be, I'm totally distracted and I need this degree.
About the Creator
Jay Kobayashi
A starving writer from LA who aspires to be plagiarized one day. I like to write about academic pieces that identifies philosophy and psychology in pop culture, and sometimes random fun pieces that interests me or the algorithm!


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