With pen in hand I doodle
Pointless pictures black on white
When words just don't flow freely
I know something isn't right
Preoccupied of mind
No time to gather thought
Fighting fires and chasing rainbows
Not doing what I ought
Neither contented nor unhappy
A limbo state you perhaps could say
Tripping through the hours
Day after day after day.....
Do you ever feel like this?
As if it's all just passing you by?
And though you're filled with anticipation
It's hard to work out why
When you don't know what you're waiting for-
(if anything at all)
And in this mindless stupor
You know it's time to make a call
Get a grip back on your sanity
No sinking here-
I'd rather swim
Show my true colours without vanity
Give myself a mental trim
My subconsciousness has told me,
That my mind's been talking behind my back
Telling tales and spreading rumours
About the qualities I lack
But my mind forgets I know him
every inch and inside out
So despite his taunting gossip
I won't allow myself to doubt,
That the sun tomorrow will be shining
My road will lead to where it should
The dawn will break, the birds will sing
And once again
Life will be good.
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