I’m not in crisis
can’t believe it
I’m just bored
a new dimension
I perceive it
unexplored
not quite elated
nor morose
I’m just adrift
fairly hopeful
getting close
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Simple and Insightful Poems
I’m not in crisis
can’t believe it
I’m just bored
a new dimension
I perceive it
unexplored
not quite elated
nor morose
I’m just adrift
fairly hopeful
getting close
open this gift
I love little more
than being who I am,
but I’ve been ashamed,
by failing your exam.
I chose multiple choices,
and answered false and true,
but none of me was in it
when I gave it back to you.
I guess I thought it proper
to astutely play my role,
and I stood there, dumb,
as the red pen marked the whole.
If I’d been thinking clearly,
and if I’d been brave enough,
I would have drawn across the page
all kinds of brilliant stuff.
I can bear the boredom,
I can pay the price,
I can perform the labor,
and I can roll the dice.
I can commit the time,
I can endure the hurt,
I can sacrifice,
and I can stay alert.
I can do a lot
to get the life I crave,
as long as I am not
required to be brave.
I can resign my life,
I can accept demise,
I can think destruction,
and I can close my eyes.
I can do a lot
to throw it all away,
but I have always dreamed
of a life that lives like play.
I am a feeble sketch,
with a penchant for desire,
sailing in the wind
towards a painted fire.