How boring it must be
To be able to wake up in
The morning and do
What you need to do.
I will dance around
My kitchen table
As dishes pile up.
I will lay on my bedroom
Floor as the laundry
Screams that it needs
To be done,
I would go into the bathroom
If it wasn’t for the person
In the mirror that despises
Me so much.
Oh but when I get that spark,
That little moment of clarity,
time stops,
I become a fraud and can’t write
Poems anymore,
But the way my hands move
Around the dishes,
How fast the laundry walks itself.
It must be perfect to live
Like this forever,
But oh, how boring.
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
How boring it must be
To be able to wake up in
The morning and do
What you need to do.
I will dance around
My kitchen table
As dishes pile up.
I will lay on my bedroom
Floor as the laundry
Screams that it needs
To be done,
I would go into the bathroom
If it wasn’t for the person
In the mirror that despises
Me so much.
Oh but when I get that spark,
That little moment of clarity,
time stops,
I become a fraud and can’t write
Poems anymore,
But the way my hands move
Around the dishes,
How fast the laundry walks itself.
It must be perfect to live
Like this forever,
But oh, how boring.
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