alexwrittendown

Not moving
But not standing still

Now arriving
To an unfinished page

Sitting still
Thinking of joy

Walking in circles
Still on a fine line

There is nothing
Nothing here

So hard to find
Some decent thoughts

Originality sacrificed
For words of ease

Trying to look around
Nothing found

Just waiting
For anything to happen

Anything besides
Getting stuck here

Cast away from me
Further away from you

Still at the start
Can’t see the finish line

It’s somewhere there
Beyond the horizon

The fact is now
The waiting game will continue

So I’ll go to sleep once again
Without knowing what’s real

And dream about a new tomorrow
When I can begin to feel

Struck down

Get high

Preach left

Turn right

Nothing

Is what it seems

In this world

Of scattered dreams

Reality is taking it’s toll

Your dreams are on parole

And when

Everybody’s talking

You stop

And turn around

Because it’s too much

Or too little

Where’s the vision

For a better existence

It’s washed away

Bought and sold

A long time ago

Hope

Is slowly eroding away

By foul play

What a new day

What a new day