Waiting for Tomorrow

Waiting for Tomorrow

A Poem by Tobi

The unbreakable routine of inactivity


Childish pleasures fade away,
And nothing takes their place,
Leaving behind one hollow shell,
And a remaining reality to face.

All the once great joy bringers,
No longer seem to satisfy.
Yet none cause more frustration,
Than the lack of knowing why.

No food with a taste.
No actions with meaning.
An unfulfilled existence,
Of preparing and preening.

Drifts without stepping.
Thoughts with no weight.
Waiting for tomorrow,
Which only sleep can negate.

Just one road to happiness,
As you work and strive.
You don't need a life,
In order to be alive.

A lingering illness,
Which had no infection.
A true time traveller,
But only in one direction.

© 2009 Tobi

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Very good job. The flow of the words and the meaning behind them were very well written and expressed


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