someone else's school

I lose the thoughts before they come

open tabs to freeze

they buffer under expectation

on a network underresourced

I want too much

the stuff of dreams I forget

I want too much

and waste my time

in shards of glass that fuel my hate

I see myself in faces on my phone

posing idols and friends

and children who’ll be dead by time I wake

apathy and anger

a holiday I'd kill for

ego and the funeral pyres our taxes made of someone else's school

heroes I can choose to chase

springs of love to draw from

I make my bed and sleep

safe from bombs and consequence

for what I've seen and choose to hide from

because it's all a little much

praise me for my boundaries

let's see what else is on

resign the living to the nightstand

til I choose to care again.