i’m focused the

Computer not




whether or not i

am truly thinking

about what i am


writing or if the

white screen has

placed me in a


trance my fingers

are moving and

mourning loss of

my Thoughts


i’m trapped


in Routines and

Patterns and no

matter how hard

i try to


escape the

excessive mundane

nature of my

Existence i


am just drained

of the energy my

reset Button needs

to function


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