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
This poem is about:
Me
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