My journey seems ever winding,
Through the foliage of despair,
"The light will be there" they said,
"Just keep on going"
But when will the journey end?
They say everyone has a hero's journey,
A story to their life,
Yet it seems as though I'm stuck in this normal world,
A repetitive mundane wash,
Nothing left to do here,
Nothing left to crave,
Tell me the easiest way out of this
Monotone tasteless world.
For a thrill I desire,
But all I have is hubbub,
Chaos is the norm,
Nothing is unusual,
Like a barren shadowland.
All I see,
All I hear,
Is a life lived over and over.
Can I see the light,
Or is a decoy approaching.....