It’s hard for me to be inspired
By the world sometimes.
I look out my window and
See only rows and lines
And wheels being dragged
Along black and white
Roads,
And I wonder why this life?
Why this time?
Why not one full of fairy tales,
And colour,
And people I’m not afraid to look at?
Why not a world less grey
And full of fog?
Full of routine
And shopping bags
And car keys
And bay parking?
Sometimes I do not want to
Face that world,
But then I run out of milk
And well…
It’s that or no cup of tea.
And I stand in line
And count my change
One hundred times,
And look at the floor when I walk.
Now my feet are cold
And the kettle boils
And I think of everybody else
Going home for a warm cup
Or a warm hug.
I think of others…
Maybe they’re not all so bad.
Maybe there’s nothing wrong
With getting stuck in the snow.
Maybe that’s normal.
There are worse times;
Worse lives
Than pushing trolleys and
Takeaways…
But I can’t help but wish
One of them would do
Something exciting
Sometime soon.
p.s.
I made a little video for this just to see how it went.
Let me know what you think! 🙂
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