How can I find contentness now
From this chair I long to walk away from?
Light comes and stays in empty space,
They call it room, I don't do that,
I feel it's space and dream no dreams
With sightless eyes and hearless ears
And shattered hair and bruised lips;
Through them I breath the hollow air
And dullness spreads across this space
In which this chair conforts me not
Cause empty dreams are not for me.
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