Sluggish backwater

Algae and brine

this could have been

A brilliant mind
Slow and sluggish

Lack of desire

Absence of steam

No spark no fire
Caged yet empty

Stifled and silent

Full but not

Fertile yet stagnant
Frightful stare

Empty it seems

That’s what happens

To minds without dreams
No visions of grandeur

No purpose in life

Bitter and hateful

Just anger and strife
Going through motions

The daily routine

No imagination

Just like a machine
Empty and scared

A terrible role

For your dreams

Are really your soul


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