An exhibition of office chairs
Their small wheels scraping against the wooden floor of the hall
Rails divide them
Some smart ass slides along them
The grinding of the wheels
the squealing of restlessness
Corridors there, are full of travelers
the grey gardens outside where the future grows
sincerity is not taken like a drug
Though it's effect is sometimes even stronger
Love warms the souls so much the body feels it
being thrown from your youth into adulthood
the rails and rules
the wheels drills and drool
out of the hall simple happiness
Let your heart talk to the world with no hood over your head
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