Aimless wandering.
The same day, played out
Over and over again
With people and conversations
Changing, but the daily
Schedule never something new.
Where is the
Excitement, the joy
Life is supposed to bring?
Why is it that the things
You are supposed to do are
Only dull and meaningless?
If you touched upon the
Forbidden things,
Life could be
So much more wild,
Unrestricted.
As well as painful and damaging.
So you can try for patience,
Half-heartedly hoping
For that knight in
Shining armor to ride in and make
Your life euphoric and
Worthwhile.
But in the end, if he comes,
It would be exciting for a
Time, but slowly the monotony
Would peek out at you again
And engulf your so-called life,
Leaving only a husk in view.
aimless
Friday, November 30, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Friday, November 30, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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