I wrote a poem just because i'm bored, it took ten minutes and is pretty mundane at best, I just like to have others opinions;
They say to write 'about what you know'
like the moments of joy that come flying past
or the hours of that keep sorrow crawling by
but what of the days that just stand still?
I envy you with your days of laughs,
of smiles, of friends and love.
I envy you too for your days of despair,
of misfortune, of pain and hate.
For, don't you see, i live in a ring,
the same dry thoughts i've had before
the same few people, now a constant bore
this same old life, each day like before.
I live a world with Each instance recycled,
where there is no freedom, each second decided
No way to choose,being the same as always, rewarded.
They say to write 'about what you know'
like the moments of joy that come flying past
or the hours of that keep sorrow crawling by
but what of the days that just stand still?
I envy you with your days of laughs,
of smiles, of friends and love.
I envy you too for your days of despair,
of misfortune, of pain and hate.
For, don't you see, i live in a ring,
the same dry thoughts i've had before
the same few people, now a constant bore
this same old life, each day like before.
I live a world with Each instance recycled,
where there is no freedom, each second decided
No way to choose,being the same as always, rewarded.
