Out of impatience, I turn my back on you.
Hypnotized and druged, I sit.
For an hour, 2 hours,
and then the feeling returns,
we keep walking, not all is lost,
we are blind and lazy and tired, but have already
been pushed in the right direction.

Out of wisdom, I turn my back on you.
Hypnotized and druged, the hours pass,
wisdom passes, addictions return.
It seems such a pointless life.
But at the right moment, wisdom and
pointlessness mix in just the right amounts;
poetry is created.

Out of time, I sit in front of you,
all that is left is two pairs of eyes, still staring at each other,
hypnotized.