Day after day things just seem to cycle
This silly circle of life where days are good enough
But never outstanding
And never sad
I still long for pain relentless enough
To bring forth a shower of tears
Wiping this repetitious and deliciously boring existence away
To make room for something more real
Why should my life be so easy?
Why can’t I prepare some now for the inevitable drop off?
Of death, loss, and disappointment
Curious if it will bring forth laughter or loathing
The only thing I know
Is that I won’t be ready