Okay For Now

We exist
But we forget about it so often
Day after day
Night after night
Moment after moment
And everything is still the same
We get up to work
We hate our work
But it pays the bills
We will still complain
We hate the bugs
We hate the traffic
We hate raining days
And we hate the spring flowers
We hate the cold winter days
The hot summer days
It's always too windy
It's always too hot
It's never enough for us to forget
That we exist

This poem is about: 
Our world

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