From Owen’s New Lanark, to Novosibirsk Oblast, to Normal, Illinois… People Dream, People Go On Vacation, People Get Crushed By The Weight Of Expectations.

Posted: 2016-08-16 in ©ddr7hd, Да, я понимаю, Polina, Thoughts For The Day, Thoughts For The Night

My voice quivers when I speak

as I remember what has to be done

tomorrow.

Heartbroken

when I wake up

and realize the apparent reality

of my life.

Jumping through hoops

of someone else’s design,

compelled by a madman’s bent,

into the abyss.

I shake my head

and exhale,

shaping my lips

as if playing a flute.

Diabolical tune.

Oh, the banality,

oh, the futility,

of the system

we have made.

Tomorrow,

sigh,

another day?

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