Ive had enough of it
I thirst for something new.
Enough to make me want to die
Enough to make me spew.
These lethargic tired eyes
Who wish to be no more
Again and again
Are greeted by these
Oh so too familiar walls
Those same old words
Plastered over the same certain
Stagnant thoughts and opinions
Hidden
You can see their shape
Among the ripples in the curtain.
Caught up in the story
Always in demand
Theres nothing like a story
To make the world seem bland
