his room is such a barren scene
not of matter, mentally
this boredom is blocked with a song
ticking seconds in his brain
he waits out this time constraint
alone with the contemplations
that can't be shared
the threshold hit him suddenly
at once his mind peeled, opening
his earphones fell to the ground
he gasped for air as he disappeared
and rose above the desk and chair
collapsing in self
to a core of energy
Andrew: "wake me from this absurd dream that i have found
with backward voices echoed in the breeze
i look about and only find myself somehow
staring back as if it wasn't me"
Them: carried only by the thought you made
you alone arrived here from the solid plain
Andrew: "i hear someone/something speaking clearly now but not one letter do i understand"
Them: first attempt went unexpectedly
do accept our regretful apology
until the problem's answer is found
live inside days as we conceive them now