On Drudgery
Mar 25, 2021
Pitter patter rain drops,
The Earth smells anew
My dreams take flight,
Veering close enough to be true.
Could I be someone else?
Alternate realities, I imagine, I dare
A life where I am content
Someday, somehow, somewhere.
Conviction fills me, somedays,
Where fulfilment feels close
An end to the monotony,
Will it come, who knows?
A game of chance,
A travesty of fate
What the future brings,
is but an outcome of the choices I make.
