original poetry

ok i just wrote this last night...it's definitely not finished...or is it? it might end up as a song or just another little ditty of mine that floats somewhere in my mind and somewhere on the internet

enjoy


"like everybody else"

have you run out of blank pages?
are you scribbling over and over again
on a bunch of phone numbers never dialed?
are you trying to get through
an adult world
with the diary entries of a lonely child?

have you run out of magic spells?
are you conjuring up and calling to arms
an army of excuses why you procrastinate?
are you trying to get across the finish line
just to find
a reason to take a break and celebrate?

your intuition used to make you a magician
always knowing which box held the shiny treasure
your intelligence used to be your best defense
now your dumb delays your pleasure

and you've become like everybody else
and that was always your biggest fear
you're numb like everybody else
would it really matter if you would disappear?