I waste graphite
as my pencil scribbles
words I'll never read.
Why, for the sake of
my pencil's life,
shall I sacrifice him for
the approval of a stranger?
Words are just sounds
that enter and exit my ears.
The web of knowledge
is no longer sticky
for this nonsense
of disinterest.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
I waste graphite
as my pencil scribbles
words I'll never read.
Why, for the sake of
my pencil's life,
shall I sacrifice him for
the approval of a stranger?
Words are just sounds
that enter and exit my ears.
The web of knowledge
is no longer sticky
for this nonsense
of disinterest.
