His mind’s a broken metronome.

Ennui in troughs, prevent clarity

Its timing blurred and incoherent.

A diabolic pairing.

When one has nothing but time to kill

And misadventures in love and lust,

deplete his Pride and Will.

How does one rise above

What holds his mind so still?

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