Same old same old
Same old roads,
same old homes.
I wander these lonely roads
with the light flickering on
and off
like dying heartbeats
and fluttering eye blinks
and wish for more.
Ambitious I am,
but dedicated I am not,
and I am better off
under the flickering lampposts
dreaming and
thinking
same old, same old.
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Poesíapoetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight