While the sun shines
Outside
I could spindle all day
Oblivious of the light
Outside me
While quietly sitting
Inside of me
The pilot light
gone down
to near nothingness.
drawing pages
of knowing and not
listening, catching, spelling
They try to desensitize
To many they succeed.
to me ?
Visions they're putting
In my head, I see
has the devil gotten
even me ?