Me, myself, and time

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Sitting in a room all alone
Just you and the cold white walls
No television, radio or phone
And thats when the loneliness calls.

Sitting in a room with no company
But something to be thankful for
You're hidden from the hidden tyranny
That sits outside of your closed door.

Sitting in a room desolate, musing
The brain is a powerful object
Leading onto paths confusing
Some that you cannot detect.

Sitting in a room staring at the clock
Willing the time to go by faster
Minute by minute, it laughs in mock
As the torpid numbers make you a nervous disaster.

Sitting in a room plain and boring
Nothing with which to distract yourself
The walls themselves seem so deploring
Along with the mockingly empty bookshelf.

Sitting in a room with a small window
Which seems to be the only escape
Thankfully the sun and moon in tow
Are part of the scant, bare landscape.

Sitting in a room with thoughts like hail
Climbing the ladder of imagination
In the ocean of time you set sail
And stand captain at the mast of frustration.

Sitting in a room so lonely
But the peace amd quiet is sublime
The clock ticks all too slowly
Just me, myself, and time.

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