Fold up your brain and put it
In a safe place you’ll forget about

When you’ve such potential
And yet you choose to flay yourself

Choose the clodding fodder
The things that don’t ask

Be uninterested
But it suits you like a snout

It’s not the easy way out
It’s an emergency exit

From challenges
And thinking

You’re open to the grey
Wheels, that go round and round

But you’re scared of shapes
And all their indefinite beauty