Lost? Such monotonous sobriety invades me in the dullest moment of moments, Leaving me in the most intimidating introspection, Making me contemplate the mirror so deep in our minds which reflects in the most analytical manner our inhumane thoughts, And kills in the most tragic of ways my own creativity and verve. I feel, As if I were narrating my every action, In a third person point of view, Attempting to satisfying my unreasonable needs, In a apparently reasonable manner.