Tatum

Routine

I wake up.

I get dressed.

I drink coffee.

I pack my bag.

I go to school.

I do schoolwork.

I go to practice.

I go home.

I relax.

I go to sleep.

I clip my carabiner onto the hoop as I scale it, its icy breath blowing on my face. 

I climb on. 

I feel like retreating from a daunting task, the sky's disappointed pelting of ice discouraging me. 

The forgotten things are here
And the forgotten things are there
All the forgotten things are everywhere
Up and down the street
Just beneath our feet
And floating through the air
Forgotten things do not feel jealousy

Given few chances, given few jobs

All of their wages for companies to rob

Robbed of their happiness, Robbed of their pay