A Wandering Button
A miniature figment that resembles the tiniest existence
A significant role of being yet under appreciated
The desire to serve its purpose yet undermined
The ignorance from its creator, what absurdity
So humble and meek, it has lost its way
Once filled with determination, now fear as to its next destination
Floating in the abyss with no realization of its worth at present
Cloudy arrangement and rocky tribulations, when will it be found?
Clinging on to hope and dreams,
It drifts further filled with excitement and certainty
Bursting with mixed emotions on the adventure that lies ahead
It embraces the plight, indulges the climax and absorbs the unforeseen…
C.C 09
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The sound of the alarm goes off,
A sequence of the day starts processing through her head
She knows for a fact what lies ahead
But she gets up anyway
Her two feet touches the cold marble floor
She masters her muscles to go a step further
To lift her ass off her soft cushioned haven
To start a journey her heart tells her not to
She lights her cigarette; inhale the fumes that she knows would kill her
It’s the only thing that keeps her, helps her get out of her apartment
She slumbers to boil hot water, to brew a cup of coffee
She contemplates on taking a crap, for she might just fall back to sleep in the process
The warm water touches her face, the soothing sensation it brings
She starts to ponder, what can she do differently today?
What can she do to make the sequence seem up beat a little?
How can she change the system? Is this destined to be?
Glories of ideas rattle in her head, every morning and every night before she heads off to bed,
Somehow or rather, it seems it’s just impossible for the plane to take off on its own
Maybe it’s the steep miscalculation or maybe it’s a horrible idea to begin with.
Perhaps it’s the ever so inevitable consequences of dreams
She finally gets in her ride, a short one which seems too long
The music blasting rhythm into her mundane life
She is at ease, thinking of nothing accept the beats that strings her synapses
She starts again, prancing to reach her destination
For whatever reason, it hardly matters; it’s the beginning of another day……
C.C 09
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