A day has gone by.
Or maybe thousand?
I don't know
Maybe a million?
I am the the same.
So is the sky,
Or maybe not?
Today it rained ,
Yesterday it did not.
Or maybe I'm just stuck in my spot?
Monotone is my friend
Maybe a foe?
It comforts me,
Encourages me to go slow.
But life is like a bullet,
It flashes and ends.
Mine seems too long,
The shivers it sends!
Stuck in a cycle,
Thats what I am.
It starts at 6 in the morning,
Ends at 6 A.M.
One day it's black
Some days it's white
Gray's are rare
But I relish the pain they provide.
Blues are invisible,
They are the lenses of my eyes,
I see through them,
Biased is my sight.
It finds everything,
Beautifully ordinary,
Are memories not assuring?
Or am I awfully stationary?
YOU ARE READING
JUST ANOTHER LIFE
PoetryPOETRY The essence of some experiences sewed together by words.
