World Of Words
World Of Words
Humdrum, dull beat in the mind
The repetitive cycle of life, nothing but a grind
Snail-like, withdraw into my shell
This boredom reigns over, the cat, who can tie the bell.
In the crevices of the mind, I did vacuum
Emptiness remains, with it a pall of gloom.
Seeds remain dormant, it's not time for the oasis to bloom.
Forbearance is required to tide over the doom.
Words and me in the world of our own
Searching the pages of the lexicon for expressions unknown
Then I let my legs do the workout
Cycling a distance, sweated it out.
The mood did change, the mind didn't derange
The order did get restored with things I could arrange.
Arraign I didn't of my situation
With words, I bettered the equation.