Conformity

i’m focused the

Computer not

comprehending

 

 

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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