The Contemplative Gentleman

[Snypiuer]

Sadly, this is an actual event, so I believe does NOT count as overcoming my writers block:

 

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I see him sitting there

Day after day.

Pondering,

I know not what.

 

Lost in contemplation,

He is oblivious to all that surrounds him.

As if he alone,

Exists.

 

I can only wonder

At what deep and philosophical thoughts

Traverse the landscapes

Of his mind.

 

As he sits there,

Solitary.

Alone.

Blind to all others.

 

Perhaps he meditates

Upon Universal secrets.

Or the nature

Of One's soul.

 

When I try to imagine,

The possibilities.

The sheer enormity of it all,

Shakes me to the core.

 

The very essence of my being,

Trembles.

As I shudder at the mere thought

Of being lost in that vastness.

 

When I finally steady myself.

Regain my composure.

I approach,

And ask:

 

"Hey Dad,

Is it really too much to ask,

For you to close the bathroom door

When you're in there?"

[Ozymandias]

*reads Snyp's comment about his own work, and thinks he's being anal retentive*

 

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Ba-ZING!