a hundred thousand papers

such few words

such few words

I flick through 

so many words

so many words

          so many                 papers

----to be surrounded by piles
of tiny dots of paper

man I hate the
man I hate the

stacks of stupid paper
and the tiny dots too---

from a hundred thousand applicants

from all around the world

from all around the world
if only you
could break free
and maybe
stop applying
and apply yourself
to something real
like the art of alchemy
a voyage to outer-space
for this-----
is such a waste
of paper
of words
for a piece of paper
for a short excerpt
-------------------what a waste
///////////////////////////of time
the very thing that life is made of
-being here-

and there in the noon

in the sun

at lincoln inn fields

I was trying not to yield 

to the voices saying

don't go back

-------------------you don't

have to

you don't have to!