Boredom

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As the room twirls in the same pattern,
And the world once again turns nuetral colors

The sun makes me sleepy,
yet I'm too tired to go to sleep

The voice goes on and on,
Warping and twisting yet the same neverless

In this nuetral zone,
where everythings,
black, grey, and white.
I feel my strength
leaking away

This dimension,
I have been transported
way too many times,
makes me idle, weak, and vunerable,
my energy contained

My mind continues to play the same tricks
I guess it tries to make things more intresting
But it fails immennsly,
my restlessness increased

But just as I think I may take a nap,
I'm rudely awakened,
back to reality,
and have to try again

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