An old routine
A new spin
We act like we're not doing it all again
We make progress
In the same damn place
But no matter what we do
We don't finish the race
It goes on and on
Until the day we die
And when that day comes
You know we won't fly
We'll just disappear
Nothing will change here
And we're not prepared
'Cos we're all just scared...
Of what will come and what won't
What we do and what we don't.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryOccasionally, I write a poem that I'm actually not entirely ashamed of. I will post when I write them. I don't delete any poems, so there are definitely some awful ones from when I had lower standards. I suppose that means I've gotten better.
