To be, not ask
Indecisive,
Like love-lorn leads
So often despair.
Underneath
Piles of rubble,
Rubbish maybe,
Static striving yet.
Idolize
Contemplatives,
Scholarly, the
Melancholy
Shade, it pervades.
Lacking, shell
Of confidence,
Daydream grandeur,
Be not far off.
Indecisive,
Like love-lorn leads
So often despair.
Underneath
Piles of rubble,
Rubbish maybe,
Static striving yet.
Idolize
Contemplatives,
Scholarly, the
Melancholy
Shade, it pervades.
Lacking, shell
Of confidence,
Daydream grandeur,
Be not far off.
Wow, that seems a little depressing. Am I catching the mood correctly?
I like it.
I know the feeling, I can relate but hope you aren't stuck there for long. Usually that state eventually drives us/me to somehwere upward/better.
But perhaps my skills are a bit tarnished in the interp. department?
KEEP WRITING AND SHARING!!! I LOVE IT!!!
Well written, my friend. Good to hear from you.