Routine
I do not know
what to say exactly
but something is for sure
I am full of uncertainty.
Anguish is everyday here,
a clear reminiscence of the past.
I just go to bed,
I just go to sleep,
I just go to work,
all this totally inanimate.
I meet my duties,
yet unable to find peace of mind.
Routine is killing me,
thoughts slaughtering me,
this time maybe silence
may become an opportunity
in order to grow up.
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