Dull white walls,
I sit in my office typing;
Tapping away an eternity for a sake
I know but don't;
I can't pierce the veil -
But i know it's there.
Dull white walls,
I sit in my office typing,
The monotony of the act not belying it's meaning,
Each letter cursing,
Each button damming - damming as I journey to success;
A success that isn't mine to have,
A success that was lost to me on reaching,
Alone remaining the successful stagnation of my soul...
The successful stagnation of my soul.
- 29/11/2009
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