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I watch the numbers blink on my computer screen,

My hand is clutching the mouse.

1…2…3…a minute passes.

In seconds, minutes pass, 

In hours, days pass.

Days, years, seconds, minutes, weeks.

Every day is the same.

I fear I have lost myself in the monotony.

Is it Tomorrow? 

Is it Today?

Perhaps, just maybe, it’s Yesterday.

Cold water refreshes my face, and toothpaste splatters against my bathroom sink

I lay down and reset.

Turn the clock hands back to 12:00.

Make a choice, make a choice!

Quick, pick a path!

Yet, no matter what I decide, was it ever really anything but an illusion?

My success, my failure, my mediocrities,

Are they all set from a time before the beginning of time itself?

Is it set now, as I ponder and pace?

I walk down the city streets to my employment: 

Stressed High School Student.

Flurries of people rush past me, yelling, whispering, running.

Different personalities, different objectives, and different pasts.

Are they fast or am I slow? Am I slow or are they fast?

If I go left will they go right? Or will we collide and hit the hard concrete?

They have lives, I have been told,

But if I pull the curtains, will they disappear?

Drop their masks and wisp into thin air?

At the end of a long week,

Of studying and hoping that I won’t be weak,

I sit at my computer and watch the numbers blink on my screen.

1…2…3…a minute passes.

In seconds, minutes pass, 

In hours, days pass.

Days, years, seconds, minutes, weeks.

Every day is the same.