Living within the confines of my room,
Eager to experience the moments of doom,
Mixing around the thoughts in my mind,
Trying to weigh them all in kind
The monotonous life lead by me,
With no new scenery to see,
With no new thoughts to print on paper,
With most them converted to vapour
The thought bowl goes empty with time,
Gets harder & harder to create rhymes,
Everything seems to reach a halt,
Even salt beds have a limit of salt
Living within the confines of my room
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