eyes get tired under the heat of fluorescent light bulbs
my tongue gets twisted under the pressures of everyday living
my palms get sweaty when twisted over and over on my lap
my elbows get sore when i type for too long
and the constant tap tap tap of the keyboard clicking
is the music to my empty measures
a broken composition
that you throw away when you realize the notes just don't go right
I don't go right,
I walk through the hallways and the music isn't right
I slip into the desk chair and the tempo isn't right
I climb into the arms of nothing and the beats don't follow right
it's when i type a pretty word on the keys of a piano
and play some pretty music on the keyboard of a laptop
can i feel right again,
not perfect
but just right
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