Jul
7th
Sat
7th
Crap
Day in, day out
Time pounds me senseless
No point
No reason
Just on and on
Waiting for some ending
Marking time
Tired of life
Tired of pointlessness
Not much left
But aches and pains
Annoyances and problems
No resolution
Just working to work
Paying to pay
Living in a place
Taking up space
Waiting for
My god given purpose to
Finally reveal
Itself
But not much hope
That that will ever happen
Crap.
