While starring through my reason,
– I taught the professor his lesson.
His dreams too… are a blurry haze.
A nightmare keeps us both awake.

Neither thought: “I’d ever amount”.
A nada was bought. I cannot count.
A gaze to high walls & shock fence.
A day shall succumb a coincidence.

A borrowed night is forever young.
To RUN is Señor Time’s solo baron.
A loud knock knock is no metaphor.
A locked-up classroom has no door.


— Ricardo Sexton



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