Familiar faces pass in a blur.
Days become weeks, then months
Then a year, wasted
Passing the same weatherbeaten roof
With the same weatherbeaten soul,
Wearing the same shirt
With that lingering stain you intend to scrub out
But never do.
The endless abyss of dissatisfaction
Grows till it consumes you,
Fuelled by the convenience of the usual,
Clawing at your energy till it diminishes to none.
It creeps up over your shoulder
At every moment of solitude.
A feeling that you intend to leave behind
But never do.
But when the monotony ceases,
The seemingly infinite night
Sees daybreak.
Inspiration dawns on the chaotic mess.
A drop of sun enlightens the ocean of boredom
An ocean so vast and intimidating
That you intended to drain out for years
And finally did.
Days become weeks, then months
Then a year, wasted
Passing the same weatherbeaten roof
With the same weatherbeaten soul,
Wearing the same shirt
With that lingering stain you intend to scrub out
But never do.
The endless abyss of dissatisfaction
Grows till it consumes you,
Fuelled by the convenience of the usual,
Clawing at your energy till it diminishes to none.
It creeps up over your shoulder
At every moment of solitude.
A feeling that you intend to leave behind
But never do.
But when the monotony ceases,
The seemingly infinite night
Sees daybreak.
Inspiration dawns on the chaotic mess.
A drop of sun enlightens the ocean of boredom
An ocean so vast and intimidating
That you intended to drain out for years
And finally did.