Howling winds in a deserted mind,
A Tumbleweed of wild thought strolls by.
Do I chase or do I follow,
I'd just lay here in my wallow.
Something feels uneasy with nothingness,
An instinctual need for constant stimuli.
Unending Craving for a thrill fix,
The Ego becomes the best ally.
A Boring trail of Mental blocks,
A mindware waiting for update.
Life in an underwhelmed sand box.
Starved rocks, parched and cracked.
Embracing the gift of boredom.
Inner springs of manna and sprout.
Not afraid of thoughts of nothing,
The source light is within not without.
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