pratice tying knots into your ribbon
the magnetic thought of repetition
now and again i clean up this mess
a simple task with dull completion
and now as bottles clutter my room
i can't help but pretend
that the red on the carpet
was another useless death
wasted time, a wasted life
the smoke stings my eyes
with a glimpse of color in black and white
and a calendar that doesn't keep time
day cracks new shining sights
and night fills us with black feelings
but i sing "this little light of mine,
oh how i'm gonna let it shine"
now i'm just confused
a jumbled thought with a sloppy melody
a fool for the song that doesn't exist
about ideas that don't belong to me
i'm staring at letters and words,
that don't make any sense
looking through glasses
with a broken lense
the confusion leads to the conclusion
that we'll never be free
as the clock stares me down
trying to stay busy in mediocraty
the magnetic thought of repetition
now and again i clean up this mess
a simple task with dull completion
and now as bottles clutter my room
i can't help but pretend
that the red on the carpet
was another useless death
wasted time, a wasted life
the smoke stings my eyes
with a glimpse of color in black and white
and a calendar that doesn't keep time
day cracks new shining sights
and night fills us with black feelings
but i sing "this little light of mine,
oh how i'm gonna let it shine"
now i'm just confused
a jumbled thought with a sloppy melody
a fool for the song that doesn't exist
about ideas that don't belong to me
i'm staring at letters and words,
that don't make any sense
looking through glasses
with a broken lense
the confusion leads to the conclusion
that we'll never be free
as the clock stares me down
trying to stay busy in mediocraty
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skystjames:
Thanks for the request and I like your poem
burmilla:
uou, you are so cute!