• Truely, I am struck by boredom.
    The muffled voices mixed in conundrum.
    And sudden silence spikes the room.

    One same voice,
    Lulls and spins.
    Left dizzy to fantisize,
    Of original sin.

    What is it that I think?
    As I hold confused concentration.
    Im not to far from true liberations.

    But, It is all a days dream,
    All, but a ripped seam;
    A hole in my mind.