May 6, 2014
Hopeless Endeavor
Kneeling listless on my silenced lyre Attempting to wrap my worried mind Around my lack of lust for new Surrounded by evidence of attempts Neverdoneing strives for completion As if I've made an art out of procrastination Prying through layers of rehashed thoughts In search of some spark or some idea Cold carpet catches frustrated fingers Chained to masochistic tendencies, I pick up the ol' string box that should be labeled "Rinse - Wash - Repeat". Such is my cycle. Such is my struggle and strife.