i spend days and nights obeying the orders no thought , no ideas my mind is like a closed spaceno feeling but an automation.
what i see, what i feel
are all cut off by the unreal
The mind works with no inspiration
What little there was is all lost to subjugation
Places, people , events all fly byAnd to each , to hold on, i tryBut time swings by like a pendulumAnd feels like i have lost the fulcrum