Stagnant Azana W. ’21 The spring breeze whistles as it flies past my car It’s here Flowers blossom Leaves come back Sunshine fills the streets Everything Everyone Is moving My car Trapped in winter’s pull Shielding me It seems I’m the only one stuck on this highway Stuck in this month Stuck in this season I step on the gas but the car refuses to move We’re outta gas Maybe next month —————————
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