I stand still yet keep moving
Practice but not improving
I wonder if this means I'm alive
Disturbed my thoughts are left to thrive
I laugh at my happenstance
Delighted at this game of chance
I desire more than offered
Inspired by all that is incurred
I know that nothing changes
Intrigued by my new life gauges
I'm locked in a cell I command
Completely captured with key in hand
I often contemplate it open
Enchanted I'm enthralled by words not spoken
I listen keenly for advice
Never wanting to hear it entice
I always just sit and stare
Bemused at everything laid bare
I amuse myself with superiority
Confused by thoughts of insincerity
I am, as I was not moving
Sat here thinking never improving.
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