Life is getting mundane and dull,
The days are rolling on by passing into months,
Months passing into years.
No longer am I interested in what interested me last year,
No longer am I interested in many things.
It's a sad sad truth that we as humans suffer,
Suffer with our own demise in the hands of boredom,
In the hands of monotony,
In the hands of a brain reduced to ashes.
And yet the greater percentage heeds none,
They play as though it's never dull,
They refuse to grow,
They refuse to understand.
And so these are the few,
The few who bring the world into a different dimension,
A dimension of folly and deceit,
A world bereft of patience.
A world with none the virtue,
None the capacity to take things slow,
Take things slow...
A world that has denied delayed gratification.
No comments:
Post a Comment