Temporarily fulfilled
Mind distracted for a while
Solving puzzles, building holes
Pain momentarily forgotten
As soon as it's over
Laying in bed once again
The ceiling randomly enticing
As I debate what use I have
In this useless world
Everything so mediocre
No excelling, no failing
Right in the middle, never noticed
And the hollow in my soul expands
Comments1
this reminds me of a saying of mine:
"he who take middle of the road stance, gets run down by traffic going in both directions! "
I hope that made sense!
*hugs, Cat
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