Around you is the riding mist of the mundane,Inveigling as it engulfs you in its perfunctory pain.Does the uninspiring mute you,Obfuscating you with the obtuse and replacing the astute you?Does the truth evade you, my poor mind,Singeing you as it does,Do you miss the cursory buzz of a thought that whirs,Ebullient with blithe as it does?Is the noiselessness deafening, has scarcity made you coy?The uninspiring defame you, my poor hindered mind,As you lurk in the shadows of self-doubt, you have bec...