Folder

A plain yellow folder
Sits motionless on my desk
Boring and dull
It tires me with its uneventful look

Filled with sheets of work i must finish
The thought of it makes me long for my cozy bed
I would rather be anywhere,
Anywhere but in this desk
With this boring yellow enemy of mine

Wishing i were out of this place
Long gone, seeing the world
As an adult
Rather than a mere child

Who no one in the world will Listen to
But for now i must accept
Sitting in this desk
With this boring yellow folder
As nothing but a child





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