Your insides are churning
Living but not learning
Pepertually grasping at air
Yearning for, what isn’t really there.
the excitement is contrived,
gone before you even arrive.
Feelings of discontent arise,
you search for something, anything, up in the skies.
Stuck; moving, but going nowhere,
Not seeing change is difficult to bare,
but still you search, for reasons difficult to discern.
Forgetting the good, is in what you needn’t earn.
When satisfaction runs dry,
happiness can start to die.
Save yourself, drink from another well
One whose magic is beyond a mere spell.
The wise expunge the thoughts of a gadfly
Believing, is all they need to get by.
They don’t get stuck in the loop,
they know, desperation attacks in a single swoop.
So look, but not before you change the lens.
Focus not on a world of chaos, or its woes.
What’s curious is hidden inside,
dusty and covered,
but definitely alive.
Kevin-K
The Scholar's Tabloid 