it moves

I am tired of papers,
and pretend productivity.
Running around in circles that
have no wheels to ride,
I am trapped.
I wish I understood,
I wish I understood,
everything I think I do.
Three more days to gain the world,
and one week will redefine the word.

(4/5 poem)

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