I wake up from a dream yet again,
Of a future filled with drear.
A continuing of existence,
Lack-luster and without cheer.
It pains me to see fate without chance,
With nothing I can do,
So I blindly take another step,
Into a future filled with nothing new.
What can I even attempt to do,
But hope all my dreams are wrong?
Just thinking I could fall,
And with one step end Fate’s sharp prong.
It pokes and prods and mocks at me,
Showing me the future same,
And that my bored-ness with life
Is caused from having a life without aim.
- Nicholas Page
