Uneven and Endless
Uneven and Endless – By Matthew Holtmeier
There are times of late,
When I feel myself weary of my current path,
And the road stretched before me seems,
Uneven and endless.
It isn’t so much that I’ve lost hope,
It’s more that I lack direction,
Movement for the sake of motion,
Is simply never fulfilling.
To stay this course means a lot of
Moaning, consoling and whining.
But, what choice do I have?
There are times of late,
When the only contentment I feel
Arises when I’m,
Whimsical, silly or silent.
But to remain so,
Is like is like drinking tea backwards,
Asinine and ultimately impossible.
I’d love to drop everything,
And start anew.
But there are no do-overs,
Only commitments and must-dos.
So, I suppose I will stay the course,
And muscle through these current trials,
With passionless momentum.
Gliding through the prime of my life,
On empty promises and may-have-beens.
There are times of late,
When I feel myself weary of my current path,
And the road stretched before me seems,
Uneven and endless.
It isn’t so much that I’ve lost hope,
It’s more that I lack direction,
Movement for the sake of motion,
Is simply never fulfilling.
To stay this course means a lot of
Moaning, consoling and whining.
But, what choice do I have?
There are times of late,
When the only contentment I feel
Arises when I’m,
Whimsical, silly or silent.
But to remain so,
Is like is like drinking tea backwards,
Asinine and ultimately impossible.
I’d love to drop everything,
And start anew.
But there are no do-overs,
Only commitments and must-dos.
So, I suppose I will stay the course,
And muscle through these current trials,
With passionless momentum.
Gliding through the prime of my life,
On empty promises and may-have-beens.
