Bounded by parametric visions,
No distractions or emotion.
Character has its lesions.
Mind in mindless commotion.
Revolutions, spinning in circles -
Viral attacks to my psyche.
Self-reflecting, toxic miracles -
Feelings in need of a minor key.
Again, and again, and again.
Keep them coming, my dear -
Computing responses in ten.
Darkest night, yet steering clear
Straight out of the lion’s den.
Unhinged, troubled and bored
Passing through like passing by.
Ever changing and distraught -
Better off saying goodbye.
Again, and again, and again...