A Frustrating Search
Wrote this today, probably not great or good.
So here I sit.
a box in front of me.
all the information I could ever need
right in my lap.
Page after page, search after search,
What is wrong with me?
How often do I stray
to waste time on something so silly?
How easily distracted I am.
What is wrong with me?
Pens run out, pages fill this binder.
how much more must I learn?
How much farther must I dig
to figure out what's wrong with me?
My head hurts from this.
I can't take one more sentence.
The wheels in my head are burnt out
and still no clear idea
What the fuck is wrong with me.
Battery just died.
I close the lid and stare.
Watch the ceiling fan spin.
How much time did I just waste
searching for an answer that maybe I can't find.
Or maybe, it's far too simple to be seen.
Maybe nothing is wrong with me.
About the Creator
Shane Kindrew
Uhm, I don't really have any solid plan for this yet. Hi, I'm Shane. Read my stuff. or don't. I can't make you. ^^
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