The thinkerDiving deep into thought the Thinker finds his home
drowning in ideas and dreams.
In silence he finds his home
slowly escaping the world
The Thinker enters a reality,
everything purely of his own
Where ideas are made
and they live, working as intended
But this world is solely made of lust,
the beginning of a perfect Society stripped of Structure
The Thinker shaves his life away a hair at a time
as each hair hits the cold floor a dream has fallen to Reality
Only forcing him to think more, and fix the new found flaws
sparking the question of what is left of Reality?
The results blur together forming an immovable mass
of what is real and what is not
Each failed attempt to solve the problem of Reality starts to fill his Heart
Each dead dream adding more and more weight that finds a home in his Heart
Each dead thought freezing his Heart
he begins to wonder why did I even start this?
Poisoned by what let him live,
Now the Thinker hangs like his heart in his chest