Tick, tick, tick, every movement of the second hand loud
Puff puff, pass
Senses heighten, imaginary levitation, floating on a cloud
Puff puff, pass
Silence loud, movement slow, cognition delayed
Puff puff pass,
Cotton mouth, hunger, processes slowly relayed
Puff puff pass
Floating down, sleeping fast, puff, puff, pass
Last night I was laid to rest on spirited grass
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
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