Stuck

Keets
Keets
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Time keeps flowing,
but I don’t think I’m growing.
The seeds I’ve been sowing,
are they all just dying?
Why do I feel so constant?
in this ever changing world.
In this world that’s, oh so dynamic!
Why do I feel so lonely and static?
I’m still in the same place,
staring out the window in a daze.
I’m a collection of incomplete stories,
that song you paused and never returned to listen to.
You said, “I’m through”
And left me hanging with no clue.
I’m a missed handshake,
a high-five you left hanging.
My life’s a collection of pauses,
just waiting to resume.
The author’s confused, I assume,
sighing at a bunch of lost causes.
Again a new chapter,
brimming with laughter and chatter.
Also, endless pointless banter.
Who am I kidding?
I’m still me, still stuck,
obliviously in this mundane muck.
Epiphanies got me cursing under my breath,
“Oh fuck”.

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Keets

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