Absence

of mind,

one sewn into bind,

focusing on nothing,

all attention to no thing,

but what is really evident here.

Passing the good time cheer,

though it seems father is timid time,

being fast doesn't seem but all cross line,

to finish first still on nothing in self,

pity that, a shame that, put away on the shelf,

until the quake knows where to look,

hide, hide, son, we all see what you took,

as your mind flows upwards,

make sure you go towards,

the horizon for payment,

for no thought shows brutal repent,

against the truth,

and all your youth.