#droll
He's sweeping the drive, sweeping the drive
it's his whole reason, his reason for being alive
the dirt's not there, but what does he care
he collecting his pittance, his share
No need to have purpose, it seems
no ambitions, no visions, no dreams
always staring, at the sweep of a broom
a malaise, of apathy, doom
He can't, in any way comprehend
can't see the road, past the bend
he thinks it's all in god's plan
coming to the end, of his span
He'll shuffle the way to extinct
can't wonder, can't ponder, can't think
being insipid, droll, and thus bland
at the end...he won't......understand
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC