Are those thoughts really durable enough
Or just sticky and stretchy to mess around the surfaces
Some enthusiasm is born of prolonged boredom
Leaping out of a tiring reverie like a lost dolphin in the sea
How would one believe that the world is not the same anymore?
Few yesterday’s have transformed it into a swirling mess
Every day, the rotation creates a long narrative around the periphery
Really intrinsic properties of being human and natural harmony
Forgotten in the daily pattern of identical circuitous routes
A strong mixture of worries
Ideas are packaged like the real deal
What may be the surprises in store?
Thoughts that enduringly and excruciatingly stay
As they become intolerant
It becomes a struggle to tolerate the soul
There is a rush to finish, but the struggle keeps them real