For some reason of late,

Maybe it is depression or fate,

I do not seem to give a flying f***,

Just once I wish my way would come some luck…

I have been of late more than bored,

Life of late I have been unable to afford,

I really wish I had a boat to be aboard,

Something to occupy my time,

Rather than by the world my being generally ignored…

I even find that my favorite place,

Is again of late just boring and a waste,

I cannot explain it, this life I need to replace,

Of my job, my life, and my outlook on both,

I find recently I have a great deal of distaste…

© ed ~ 7/19/06