Shoulders slump
neck aches
wondering how I
will ever find the time
to write my books
paint my pictures
teach my students
all while reshaping
this world
no one else wants to save?
By rubbing neck, rolling shoulders
and continuing on with a
big fat
glowing smile
upon my face :D
About the Creator
Sota Fukuzawa
Just a gentle
peaceful soul
with great hope
in humanity
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