Thread: Same Old Things

no sir, can't say I have...
not a lick, not even a
bit. I feel same old,
same out.

Can't say I changed,
none, zip, nada. Yup,
not even the clothes
have left their place.

Many paths I've taken,
but everything is
an infinite loop...
going back to origins pass...

check the stain, all the same;
check the lines, still not entwined;
check the leaves, they haven't flown away.
nope, not one spec has changed so.

But the time has come,
it is time to go.
tic toc, what is that, another
wail has come...

I leave,
I find,
I take,
I leave...
ad infinitum.

same old black,
same old night,
same old reaper has come tonight,

now sir it is time for flight!
same old wind,
same old cry,
same old, same out...

Sure as dawn, I can't
say I changed tonight.

Oh--I am lovin' this, such intriguing thoughts , and so ----well --deep.I am impressed..Peace...Jul

Verrrry nicely done! Love the ending! Cute and clever little poem.

I really like this. Sometimes cryptic doesn't really work, but I feel it does here. I won't pretend to to understand it, though I'm enjoying trying! I think the slightly fragmented structure and layout of it help too.

Thanks for the replies, and I hope you understand what the poem is Higurro. (I know, of course, but I don't want to ruin the fun for you )

Aha I've just read it again and think I may possibly have worked it out. I knew it would come eventually.