Oh,
how you have begot routine
An occupation entered most
unexpectedly
Consuming a once
vivid and polymathic soul
Seeped into your bones
Left you forgot,
a flickering and
dying star
Yes,
you're here every day,
but you're heart feels vacant;
gone away, or really still at
home, wherever that is
Your body's traveling the
world, but your mind's spinning in
circles,
too fast to see past the
fugue
Will you reminisce of these days to your future
children?
Or will you skip this period,
for this is
not really you to begin with?
Hope
your intermission will come to an end
May you someday return, spirited and
renewed
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
Oh,
how you have begot routine
An occupation entered most
unexpectedly
Consuming a once
vivid and polymathic soul
Seeped into your bones
Left you forgot,
a flickering and
dying star
Yes,
you're here every day,
but you're heart feels vacant;
gone away, or really still at
home, wherever that is
Your body's traveling the
world, but your mind's spinning in
circles,
too fast to see past the
fugue
Will you reminisce of these days to your future
children?
Or will you skip this period,
for this is
not really you to begin with?
Hope
your intermission will come to an end
May you someday return, spirited and
renewed
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