Been a while
Since I just said, "Hi"
Just smiled at a passerby.
Since I said "How are you?"
And was given an answer
That was
I was going to write something
Then nothing came
It's a damn good life
To blame.
I look for the emotions I used to know,
But there gone, I've mellowed
I'm calm,
Most of the time.
But sometimes I'm angry
When my sons being bad
When my boss is aggressive and rude,
Sometimes I'm sad, when I've not been a good husband
When I've shirked responsibility
Or done something lazily.
But
But in this dead type
This cold sterile type
These words seem dull
The world seems dull
And I know it's just me
As I see other wordsmiths carve ideas so beautifully out of this block of 26 repeating digits
I fidget looking for a way forward
Spinning around fads and cliches
Wishing I could find away to say something I want to say but there is nothing
Not today
Nothing I can say to explain it.
Nothing
Nothing
Maybe I'll find it somewhere
Maybe it's saving for a rainy day
To wash over
Blow out,
Freeze and melt away.
Doesn't make sense
Questioning my place
I'm here and I'm today
Barely a blink in the universe decay, food to microbes
Nothing
(From my Instagram)
