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the daily droll
i traverse these sands each day
their always a copy of yesterday past
i know it is of what has
been, for i recognize my own tracks
you see i compared the footprints
i noticed they match
i feel like im living in a giant spinning hour glass
minutes go so fast, soon they turn to hours
friends clocks are spinning, we forget about ours
hours are devoured, to this clock im a coward
i fear the day were i lie cozy and cold under a bed of flowers
hours are devoured they turn into weeks
the warm air replaced by cold that bites my cheeks
cold that stiffs my bones, until they creak
matching my emotions i am growing so weak
weeks are devoured, morphing into months
but they feel like days while your time is crunched
and sold to afford breakfast, supper, and lunch
toy, dates, and living stuff, i feel like i am fucking nuts
as months are devoured, turning into years
the clock attacking with its short sword and spear
nicking at me every second, its ticking i hear
waiting to just die, i fear, what will i say about my life when death is near?
You need to find a job you
You need to find a job you love that makes all this working satisfying! Good write, when I'm exhausted, I can totally relate, sometimes there's more to life, sometimes sadly there isn't! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
i want to be a poet, thats
i want to be a poet, thats what i want. i want to be able to be ralateable. to yell my words upon a stage to people who go through the shame shit i do. i wanna let those who struggle with life know there not alone, as well as helping myself