Over And Over… Again Poem by Christopher Cariad
Over And Over… Again
Over and over again,
I think about how it will end.
Imagining the possibilities,
craving the foretold reality.
Life all but bores me,
or maybe it is the lack thereof that loaves me.
In my head, I see these possibilities,
how will it end, how will it end?
Over and over again.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: future
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