New and fresh and limitless
roadblocked and drowned by others
trapped in ugliness and stagnancy.
Change only occurs in the rare moment of shown exhaustion
and apathy.
It circles and circles and the fresh flowers begin wilt and
sit out the fight.
The sun, I see it, but am no longer touched.
The moments of heat and warmth now escape me.
It travels with me.
Burden of the toll until it too takes me away.
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