As I stare at this blank page
I ponder the words I want to say
Something to display
Maybe how I’m unafraid
But that would be far from the truth
But does it matter to you
The reader only wants drama, right?
All the rest of the mundane parts of life
Well they get pushed aside
Like what if I told you I’m afraid
To work a boring job
Like a 9 to 5
The idea of working under someone else
Makes me feel like my freedom is
Compromised
But that’s no surprise
I’m sure the average American
Feels like I do
Which is why there is no reason to speak
On the matter
But when I looked at this blank page
My real fears came alive
My pen began to write
And what do you know it
But now I feel better now
Thanks for reading about my boring
Life!
aSongwithoutMusic 