I don’t know what to do
Except sit in a chair
All else is too difficult
Maybe walk around once in a while
But quick, back to that chair
Black out my desires
Black out visions of things that are not real
Take stock of all things
And put them away
I’m at the mercy of my brain
I can’t control what happens
I can’t control my reactions
I’m stuck in a chair
With no one else around the place
It’s a crooked demise
It’s a benign appearance
I really don’t need some support
I guess we had a total communications breakdown
The words were not received
It doesn’t matter where came the rejection
Stuck and in a chair I stare