I wanted to write a story
But it turned ugly
I thought real hard
But I just couldn’t make it click
I believed in happy endings
But just cant seem to concoct one for now!!
Am I losing what I held so precious??
I don’t believe in my own smile any more
One after the other the pins start falling
And what gets me is that no one is even rolling!!
My NOT being tired scares me a bit
I wish I could just be…
“Why” is something I have taught myself not to ask
And I have taught myself not to mull
There is only a trudging on
Only a senseless, random flight
There is an “I don’t care” toss of head
And I go right at it again!!!