I cringe
watching my daily replay.
My thoughts of change
being just that,
thoughts.
Thought never fully brought forth
into the distant light of reality.
The ceiling mocks me
as I lay in bed
in the depths of the night,
plating seeds of a new day
in infertile soil.
My position here has become one of frustration.
I can't help but laugh
at feeble attempts
of reaching higher ground.
Treading water
here in this
cesspool of stale emotion does not bother me.
I only wish to see the shore.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 3:00 AM UTC
I cringe
watching my daily replay.
My thoughts of change
being just that,
thoughts.
Thought never fully brought forth
into the distant light of reality.
The ceiling mocks me
as I lay in bed
in the depths of the night,
plating seeds of a new day
in infertile soil.
My position here has become one of frustration.
I can't help but laugh
at feeble attempts
of reaching higher ground.
Treading water
here in this
cesspool of stale emotion does not bother me.
I only wish to see the shore.