Being still, trying to collect yourself
in a space with no noise,
no chatter, but it
taps you anyway because
rules do not expire,
that with no regard to age.
Moving along the time
of another, only to return to a
room with rockstar photographs
taped to walls and a
dying nightlight, just after
you’ve explored the NYC nightlife,
but life is this exactly
until the real funds start.
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