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Staring at the skies' roof, I got knocked by boredom.
I thought I could think, but my brain-reminiscing for the day.
Darkness rose above the little sunset I had
It was dusk in my head, I lost patience for dawn to be king again
Thoughts, ideas and imaginations lost grip in my heart.  
My heart soon became even more slippery than skating ice for them.
The seventh drop of stress fell on me, I probably needed rest.
If it were a blank cheque I got, I'd rather remain confused.
My mind is completely dumb, like everything has gone mysterious.
I need a walk into my next morning.
This night is obviously a stumbling block