Mundane Life
Mundane Life
Existence has become merely biological
With boredom thoughts tend to turn diabolical.
Time passes each day in the doing of nothingness.
Questions crop up but in answers nothing makes sense.
Each morning a new dawn but my life merely a yawn.
In the chess board of life merely a pawn.
More is one melancholic blue
Wish I'd be one cuckoo from its nest who flew.
When I look around people caught up in hustle and bustle
Where as I walk in leisure in the park and hear the leaves rustle.
I don't need to slog for the bread yet of life I dread
I do know reality is nothing but thoughts which in the mind is bred.
I escape into my own fantasy world
Where I am a knight with the words.
It is not a fight but a game I play
In the process some time does pass and the boredom I flay.