UNTITLED
By Priya Sircar
This poem is one of the closet things I've found describing the
feeling of Plan II.
so now we're wasting time
sipping mocha
wax poetic
anything but responsibility
when I leave here
what will I do
what'll you be doing
when I see you years from now
trying cases
making money
playing guitar in your living room
it is going to be weird
are we going to show off
maybe if we get drunk enough
we'll loosen up
and if I ask you nicely
when I see you years from now
you'll sit here in my living room
playing guitar
wasting time
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