Excuses of Grandeur

I Sit- In the darkness, swaying to the ticking of the clock. Counting the seconds passing by, tick tock, tick tock….. I Sit- Alone and to myself, staring aimlessly towards the wall. Racing thoughts now vanishing, as by stamina starts to fall…. I Sit- In my own sanctuary, toiling with my whimsical ideals. Playing a game of mental chess, trying to mask what I feel…. I Sit- In this recliner, engulfed by the finest leather. Asking myself too many questions, feeling as light as a feather…. I Sit- Alone in this big house, avoiding the answers I must find. There’s nothing more convenient, than “using” one’s mental state of mind….