Jason Reil Stares out the window
(of his 3rd Floor Studio)
at his biasing world.

Every minute, a different show,
full of unanswered questions, and mysterious things.
(he could never hope to understand)

Somewhere, deep in his prehistoric mind,
he realizes that his righteous ambition
has lead to his confusion.

He remains docile
(like school children)
sitting in a pool of self loathing.

And his world will remain
very much the same.