Ennui the People
plant your feet firmly on the floor
smack your head against the wall
because this is your life now
moths devouring a seaside sweater
the first casualty is sense
drawn on a map of the known world
the daily news will grind you like grain
those aches & pains like the weight of the world
for nothing, no one, no chance
but hope remains a whisper behind you
what will the future bring?
just one more mystery
a trembling hand hooked over an inkstained page