Locked in his room, destin for doom. Sitting still in the chair. Going nowhere. Feeling nothing but the thin air. Firm an fare,alone in his lar. Staring at the window. Dozing away, forgetting the day. Suddenly a jolt brought him to his knee's. Ignoring his pledes, there to judge his deeds. He was brought down to submission. After a brief intermission. He was full of anger at the stranger who brought danger. His mind allied itself with the sight of near fear. Feeling as if it would never become clear. Thinking that when the dream is done ,I will die an return to the sun. My destiny thought of by none.