In my chair of nothing I sit.
The very chair that keeps me here in this pit
Night goes, days die.
On and on I sit with my hands on these keys and my face on this screen while I sigh.
Plans, dreams, wait upon me.
I am halfway, can you see?
Almost there, here comes my defeat.
One day I will finally get out of this seat.
"metier faux" will set me free from it. The only thing I have to do now is be patient.