Sitting alone in a chair not a throne

Ideas spewing like ooze under a city

Spinning a web, a line and a ditty

Yet still alone

Offering everything to give

Somethings just got to give

Yet unreciprocated

To be unmet and unloved

Forward thinking but sinking all the same

Life's but a ruin if left untamed

An endevour to help, exuding calm

But there's no answer,...

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