This slow, pathetic, passing of time
It paints my chest in red
Tiresome is this waste
A machine
it's for efficiency yet it has become stress
Stifled by imaginary theories
I can't take this
Will office space be my dream on this machine
I will teach it the lesson of life
Everything must end
One day
But for now I guess I'll just
Restart
Give in to the lowly machine for it knows nothing
Restart
If only things were this simple
April 12, 2015
