nothingness.
not white/black, but plain grey.
harmonious but lacking dynamics
learning not loving.
productive... regardless passion.
empty.
work and play makes no significant difference.
the sun shining colorless days.
the rain pouring upon a soul ever so numb.
anything but extraordinary
anything but a roller coaster
anything but inspired.
someday, i'll wake up to everything but these thoughts
ah, there's a time for everything isn't there?
1 Comments:
There is a time for everything. :) Sometimes it's just hard to accept the time for something. :)
Thanks for the poem, Creez. :) It made my day!
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