A quarter life crisis

How can you wake up, when you've chosen to dream away.
You drift away from welcoming hopes to distant, forgotten memories.
You feel warmth in the deceitful arms of the opaque and grim.
You shiver when the peacekeepers come streaming in.
You think now that discourse is earnest, it's in fact desultory.
You believe the colours are vivid, but you admit you're uninspired.
You tip the scales now, to want the need when it was always want that you needed.
You're afraid of the ennui, the unknown can be reasoned with.

You encumber a routine, the unimaginative adds to the burden.
You wish the voices in your head drown, but you cede and listen.
You realise the stroll is no more, at best a saunter now.
You slow down, because you see an obstacle or are you just lost?
You can't be his master anymore, you've satiated the servile.
It's time to bring the cows back home.

BlogPress realisation at 1:25am

It's Sunday morning. 1:26am. Just realised BlogPress was the most dormant app on my menu.

I ought to change that from now on. Expect laconic posts henceforth.




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