A pile of papers
Grows in the corner
Like mold on leftover rice
He averts his eyes
Glances at it a few times
Still there
Like a brick in a wall
But he’s busy with reports And stock exchange prices
So he’d rather not
Do this right now
His favorite song’s playing
He’s drawing cartoons
It’s a little too early
To ruin his mood
But soon he’d signed all his papers
His playlist had played
Meaningful work was
But a memory
Every financial report, every drawing he drew
Now lay on a mountain
Of papers eschewed
So he began climbing
That mountain
Sweeping it clean
Though he could not see the top
He hoped, at least,
That he would reach it one day.
‘Cause when he did reach that peak
He’d tumble back down
All over again.
About the Author
Junseo Lee is a dedicated high school student at Seoul International School in Seoul, South Korea. He has a passion for writing and is currently compiling a portfolio of published literature to continue developing his craft. With an unbridled enthusiasm for the written word, Junseo hopes to continue exploring different styles and techniques while writing stories and poems with a touch of universality and human connection.
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