Met someone today,
We exchanged small talk.
Similar annoyances,
Laughed at a lot of the same things.
She's very nice,
Don't get me wrong.
But what's she been doing,
Her whole life long?
Her attitude sluggish,
And tired and lazy,
Everything she said,
Left my mind buzzing.
There was no real direction,
No real desire.
A walk without purpose,
A gaze without object.
She seemed unhappy,
Discontent and disturbed,
Yet she was too lazy,
To do anything about it.
She's settled her fate,
Set in her ways.
Too scared or too tired,
To make a necessary change.
She seemed not to care,
About a thing the world.
Now all I can think about,
Is this girl.
I left today,
Perturbed and inspired.
Restless and worried,
Desperate to desire.
My stomach is sick,
Because you know what?
She is who I am becoming.
She's who we're all,
Slowly,
Surely,
Monotonously,
Becoming.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
