Bored!
An exercise in futility
I stand behind my podium of ideas, flowered wreath on perennial mane
You sit behind a paperwork mountain, striped noose on pulsating vein
Your finite flow, of supply - demand
and fervent grip of pen to your hand.
Contrasts me so, tie dyed - unplanned
that I second guess my unfettered hand.
I sit beneath the written word
waiting to decipher the human soul
You stand beneath the lit scoreboard
waiting to illuminate the next scored goal
With you, all things are set and true,
each outcome procures nothing new.
With me, I change too much to tell,
the outcome never ending well.
My instability has become the thing on which you stand
And your constant clarity has clouded all that I had not planned…
You anticipate my spontaneity and I find my sanity in your depravity,
And together we remain the picture of perfect health,
exercising in futility.
I stand behind my podium of ideas, flowered wreath on perennial mane
You sit behind a paperwork mountain, striped noose on pulsating vein
Your finite flow, of supply - demand
and fervent grip of pen to your hand.
Contrasts me so, tie dyed - unplanned
that I second guess my unfettered hand.
I sit beneath the written word
waiting to decipher the human soul
You stand beneath the lit scoreboard
waiting to illuminate the next scored goal
With you, all things are set and true,
each outcome procures nothing new.
With me, I change too much to tell,
the outcome never ending well.
My instability has become the thing on which you stand
And your constant clarity has clouded all that I had not planned…
You anticipate my spontaneity and I find my sanity in your depravity,
And together we remain the picture of perfect health,
exercising in futility.