Breezing past the two motionless tools
tools that should love each other
Work and boredom collide
The word mediocre gets thrown around
Two mediocre tools stalled
Who just hang on the wall
waiting for Monday
Waiting to earn pay
And the breeze passes by
but the screens is all they feel
the dead screens and the weeks obligations
They slowly forget they were born to feel
Born with more ambition to be sedentary
More physical energy than to be stationary
They don´t care anymore showing every sign
They can´t relate they just make the deadlines
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