POEM FOR THE LAZY PEOPLE
The days go by in a blink of an eye
Shadows from the rising and setting of the sun
Flicker on and off like light bulbs on a haunted mansion.
Existentialist contemplations invoked on idle days
Bring about a taste for action and change,
But the flavor of lethargy overpowers the relish for activity
And all vigor in the body ceases to work in harmony.
There is nothing in the brevity of days that will move –
an unwilling existence—
Content in the ennui of mundane every days
And complacent in the monotony of conformity.
Yet, we seek better days than the ones we choose to live
But unable to comprehend when it parades like a bitch in heat.
Mayhap we do, yet, the stupor clings.
We endeavor but fear of the road takes hold
Leaving behind remnants of a dream once foretold.
We become paralyzed and we become trapped
In the vacuity of our own making.
Now, there isn't anything, but a vapid substance of life
Given not the joys or doldrums from the spirit of adventure.
Yet we continue.
I spent my days in retrospect