Somedays I’m plotting to hop sunny islands
Other days I go in silence
Down the alley
Into my chair
Where I stare through the shepherd
Into the wall
And his voice becomes a white noise
To a vision my eyes are painting
On the four by four canvas
Before me and fellow sheep
By the first hour I run out of room
Forcing me out the room
In search of a bigger canvas
than this campus

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