Up, down, up, down
Sitting here with this frown,
Upon his face lies a grim emotion
With no sense of notion

He sits with no thought
Not even a debate to be fought,
Nothing to ponder in his stare
Feeling that lifeless chill in the air

A song repeating
As his mind is fleeting,
Unaware of time gone by
He sits there listening with a sigh

A faint voice is calling out
Unknown to him what it’s about,
Not sure of what to think
As he slides down feeling his mind sink

His eyes are glazed
Sitting there looking dazed,
Time still passing
Still he sits glancing

His mind twitches
His scalp itches,
Scratching away the distraction
Letting his mind again lose traction.