These walls,
white with a unreal ceiling,
was quiet,
save for
the ventilation of the room
and my body system.
The chair,
with wheels and cushioned backing,
i am,
thankful for
the comfort provided that is
much needed for some thoughts.
The clock,
with three hands moving non stop,
it goes,
tick tock
upon which i stare at
hoping for some enlightenment.
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