Staring at the backs of my eyelidsnStriving to paint a picture of younMy attempts at art are futilenIllustrating beauty is impossible to donOnly I could be this miserablenOnly I could make this turn out wrongnIncomplete on the first three downsnNow I'm left with fourth and longnnI'm not one to kick it awaynBut right now I feel I'm wasting my timennI'm weary from all of your lyingnFrom never perceiving the genuine younThe window is all too foggynBut I'm having second thoughts about breaking throughnOnly I could deem this significantnOnly I could think but not actnIf I'm all alone in this huddlenWhat's to keep me from being sacked?nnI'm not one to kick it awaynBut right now I feel I'm wasting my timen