Box Of Frogs

Social rounds

Not sure what to do with my hands

Is this ordinary?

Poorly constructed sentences

Staying inside had led to this

I thought that I would not mind

What's going on in my mind?

A constant clench

A visual stench

Where’s my pride?

I saw a man who I wish to find

Doesn’t seem so likely, I can’t lie

I feel stripped, passionless

To an extent of nothingness

I’ll beg to feel free

I’ll beg

I used to be as mad as a box of frogs

Now I’m just as sad as a box of dead ones

And I’ve prolonged the mundane for so long

Catching dust

Wasting time

Grasped no real structure

Bright summer's day

Instead it’s bleak

With a sheer lack of intent to see

All purpose

All purpose

I used to be as mad as a box of frogs

Now I’m just as sad as a box of dead ones

Isolate, isolate

Social restraint, social restraint

Isolate, isolate

A shear lack of intent see, a shear lack of intent see

All purpose, all purpose

All purpose