Here I sit, systematically
And think to myself how
I’ve winded up with such consistency.
So, consequently,
Because I have nothing now,
Here I sit, systematically.
All around me is society -
Moving, breathing, yet somehow
I’ve winded up with such consistency.
The windows shut their eyes from me,
The doors will not allow.
Here I sit, systematically.
My eyes yawning, I still can’t see
So I fold them back down.
I’ve winded up with such consistency.
Here I sit, systematically
I’ll stand and take a bow
As the one who will tell for all to see
I’ve winded up with such consistency.
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