11/29/09

The Grind



The world is blue
     No separation between night and day
          You wake up

Deal with the bullshit thrown your way
    Go to sleep
          Try to fool yourself with pleasant dreams

The sequence initiates
     Every motion is a repetitious device
          It’s second nature

Like a drone recycling material over the same splice
    Forging the blackness
          Searching for any sign of new optimism


          Looking for adventure to set me free
     Waiting for someone else to grab the reigns and lead
Instead of doing what's best for me


copyright 2009
by Sean Kimmel