Saturday, January 18, 2003

Boredom
My mind is struggling
An ending undetermined
A path uncharted
I search for time

The fog is heavy
The dew is dense
In this land of repetition
My mind follows my body

Alone and unconscious
I stumble and fall
Quicksand swallowing me
Keeping me from accomplishment

Nothing is done
Nothing is started
Nothing is finished
Accept this

This poem was written by me, Adam.

posted by Adam @ 7:11 PM Comments: 0