Give

I can’t pass the feeling
That I’m missing something
And I am blind to the obvious.
Are they true,
Or am I the only one?
For I am not always most earnest
But I have my sides.
Like the pattern on the daily
I spend my time in the norm
Living and living
But never really.
The beat slows by the day
More more and more meticulous
I scream from the inside out,
My fingers no longer want the job.
They reject my mental requests
In search for a difference.
I have no change for them,
For I have not even minor alteration in my schedule.
The same requests from the same authorities
Pushing around even minor minorities.
No options available,
Just the push and the shove,
I am tired of the conformity
All in all the working days
humming in hazy greys
Solemn and gravely anticipated
Fitting like a glove.
I am well in virtue status of the regular
yet I yearn for something more.
Something life has yet to give.
Something I will forever strive for.





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