Impossible Concentration

Impossible Concentration
is my world defined by mind
Of who's unfortunately mine

Grains,solidified of sand and dust
Finding the silver needle,into the journey dark we must
Forever pondering are we right and just

Who knows i say
Cant we just let our souls free in play

Not so to the fools that grow
Daylight coming home time to get up in my row

Empty dead,looking only forward to bed

Life of servitude,coming of age
Time well spent in my cage lead me to become a sage
For only now do you read my page.