Same blasted thing,
Why try to fight it.
Numb and routine,
Just the way I like it.
A repeat it seems,
Get tedious; might it?
Numb and routine,
Just the way I like it.
Author's Note:
Sometimes life seems like a merry go round, exciting at times with unexpected ups and downs... For a child, that is. But as you get older, you begin to recognize the pattern of the rising, and falling. It is no longer new, nor unexpected, nor exciting. Only a repeat of the boring events in an uneventful life... Yet you love it all the same.
Simplicity, a word well describing how I tend to live my life. I find comfort in the predictability, the planning, the routine, and the knowledge that my life will be just alright and nothing will change my pleasant arrangement. Ah, but change is such an intimidating word... Yet sometimes I long for it. Or at least that I will find something worth while to occupy my leisure time.
(Apologies for this late post of quick thoughts jumbled together into a somewhat-decent poem, and the very long ramble and scramble of an Author's Note describing unkempt ideas of a weary author's mind.)
-I. Quill
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Rain Clouds
PoezieSimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
