2018: My Boxed Up Contraption

Dare I sit here
In this boxed up contraption I call my universe
All sense faint and misleading
In this life

How do I know? How can I be sure?

Scales imbalanced
A sense of absence 

Cognitive dissonance at play
Mocking and taunting
As I flip the page

As the rain pitter patters
As I slowly go insane
I show no shame

Turn my back
On all I find dear
Keep walking kid
No ones here

Days turn into nights
Hours into minutes
Seconds stretching as far as the eye can see
A melancholic horizon
Gazes back

Aloof in its march
Steadfast in its wake

It leaves me here
In my infinite loop
In my boxed up contraption 
Here I lay comfortably numb

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