A Dreary Twist
My thoughts are in a continuous loop
There is no end or beginning to this.
It is impossible to tell how it came to be.
This cycle of mine is similar to someone’s life
With no change, stagnant.
Nothing exciting nor upsetting
An unalterable routine like,
The man who never falters to have a glass bottle in his hand
or a cigarette between his fingers.
This loop will never alter its constant ways,
It proceeds its dull course
No reversing, no escaping
Just a plain, and simple loop, with no room for any change
That will be everlasting.