Cycle
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1 min readAug 29, 2018
Endless hours sat on a chair
Barely breathing the fresh air
Endless lists of books to read
But still unaware where this all leads
Pages and pages of questions and words
The first hour, the second, the twenty-third
Made to study and memorise all day
At school at home there’s no time to waste
Where are the hearts and the souls?
Are they all gone because of these goals
That defeat the main reason for life
Until at our doors the death arrives.
