It is time to wake up
from the languid daydreams
that once I treasured so.
The place that used to be a haven,
an escape from life’s banality,
now feels like a gilded cage.
The mind wanders, untethered,
through sunlit corridors of indolence
pushing to see how far it can go.
Tantalizing me with possibilities,
never reality, this limbo
is only good for the occasional vacation.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
It is time to wake up
from the languid daydreams
that once I treasured so.
The place that used to be a haven,
an escape from life’s banality,
now feels like a gilded cage.
The mind wanders, untethered,
through sunlit corridors of indolence
pushing to see how far it can go.
Tantalizing me with possibilities,
never reality, this limbo
is only good for the occasional vacation.
NaPoWriMo Day #26
Poetry form: Tercet
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