Sunday, September 21, 2014

Bored (aka Routine)

Stuck in my prison
Well fed, too comfortable
I don't want to stay
I don't want to leave

I'd spread my wings
Take off my shackles
And take flight
But where to?

I have no destination
Nowhere to go
I have no inspiration
No reason to go

With walls of uncertainty
Locks of the unknown
I'm condemned by fear
To the gallows of boredom


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