waiting for something out of the ordinary
sometimes, i feel like i'm waitingfor something
out of the ordinary to happen,
just waiting
something, some reason
to break free
from my daily prison:
my life -
circular journeys
through days on end,
makes me yearn for an escape
poetry is like a drug
and caffeine no longer
satisfies my hungry mind
life is dukkha!
constant routine is a bore:
i'm sick of my prison.
tonight, i'm planning a break out!
(step out from the ordinary)
6/24/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-10-21 at 00:52
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