every day is the same
performing the same routine from memory with ease
mindlessly preforming as a graceful ballerina with strings
although this art isn't seen on a stage
something is still created
whether it may not be beautiful as a balanced dancer in costume
it gets you through each day
those bland, dull, tasteless days
when nothing is craved more than the power to fast forward past these pointless times
they're still important
maybe if you do something to break the routine
utilize the time
things don't have to be this way
change them.
YOU ARE READING
Lies // poems
Poetrysorting between art and mistakes; creating poems made from problems
