274. Untitled

Drip, Drop
Drip, drip, drop
Drip, drop
drip, drip, drop
The pattern is nerve-wracking
I'm going insane
Wanting to pull my hair right
off my scalp
And scream at the top of my lungs
Everything is like clockwork -
Tick, tock, tick, tock!
Can't anyone be different?
Act different?
Look different?
Everyone wanders through life
aimlessly, lifelessly ....
Hopelessly waiting for something
that will never come
Splish, splash -
The sound of nothing new
Looking for change,
a glitch
Will it ever come?
Or is my hope nothing
as well?