Stagnation in the life of every day..
Unseeming of the pace of the city which I dwell in.
Has no root, to no end it grows..
An infinite boredom which certainly shows.
Whence will one come to spice up my life ?
An individual who sparks my desire to want live longer..
An encompassing feeling which resounds around her,
to make me want to have and hold her.
The monotony of the working life which I'm in..
Bounds me to hands and feet
By no fetish do I hold within
Within my line, my character flourish indeed.