Tuesday, March 24, 2026

All illiterates have become psychologists

 Sweet routine

 

You ask me

If I’m not bored of what I do,

But trust me,

I am most bored of seeing you.

 

Sweet routine,

My mind didn’t glow like this before,

So pristine,

If you just slide towards that door.

 

Smooth looping,

Repetition makes my mind grow,

So soothing,

Ambitious ones will never know.

 

Don’t ask me

If I ever get out of here,

I’d answer,

No, not until you disappear.