So uninspired .
There’s no adventure, no need for excitement, no desire to shower and go out.Stuck in a limbo of endless routines and same old patterns. Going out seems like a chore and a bore where all we do is drink and laugh .Laughs mean nothing at all . Just staring into the abyss of pretense. See what I mean? No twinkle in the eyes of friends and enemies. Just blackness covering the only window to our souls. And yet our souls are empty of any life and hopes and dreams. Our dreams are left at the back pocket of our jeans and it gets washed away as laundry day comes. Clank of coins and warm detergents fills your mind as eyes watch rotations of the washer turn from left to right and up and down. And down you go, spiraling to nowhere. South perhaps. Maybe north. Maybe just where you are is stuck .
