I sit, stuck in square spaces
Spaces imprisoning souls of the cosmos
Sleeping are the dreams I once would feel dearly
Dreams slowly dulling with the dwindling of time
In the arms of stars, in half-slumber, a gentle reverie
Swallowed by a vacuum filled with empty words
And the ego awakens, still stuck in squares of man-made matter
As starved shadows feed on remains of the heart
— mujohn
