Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. IV (On Boredom and Inspiration)

It’s so funny how I

I can feel so lost in no time

No time at all, and no rhyme

as to why

I

feel just a tiny bit dead inside

But that’s not right at all

making a zephyr out of a squall

And now I am just appalled

I recall

all

Now, totally dead, I fall and fall

Tumbling down to the earth

with a crash and a burn and a rebirth

lengthening shadow from dearth

a small firth

mirth

reminding me I’m Something of worth

Death, something oh so silly

sillie

Never one syllable, really

It’s my lily

frilly

Making my thoughts go willy-nilly

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