I feel as if I've been waiting for eternity,
Grind through the hell,
The goal being this point.
But when my eyes open,
I'm reminded of the truth,
That I'm already bored and have nothin to do.
Sure I could do some work,
Get ahead, but isn't that what I've been trying to escape from?
I could read but that means going out to find something new,
And I'm not a fan of new.
I could write something. But what the thing is,
I don't know.
My brain is in drought.
Then comes everyone.
To tell me to get up, do something.
Make fun of my lack of motivation.
But it's alright.
For I know in a few days time,
I will be in the next stage of this endless loop.
YOU ARE READING
Just Some Words | Poetry
PoetryAfter a brief wave of inspiration, I decided to allow my brain to fully process the words and let them flow on to the keyboard. I know it's real weird and I hope I don't know you. Anyway, here's an insight into this brain of mine :)
