Thought Centric

  

                                                                  

My eyes only contaminate,
My readings only blemish,
What was once a thoughtless mind,
Fill dirt into the crevice.

A mind, which could've been white, is now in Brownian,
Awaited by a lurking styge, impeach the merging canyon.

Whatever I read, whatever I hear, loses its essence and clarity,
A million minds forming my mind, the result's not less than depravity.

All lost originality, finding new seems impossible,
It all only sounds new, deep down it's only the general.