Thursday, 18 June 2015

Lacklustre

One word describes my mood today
And it's not a compliment
It's destructive and debilitating
So I've come here to vent

There's a method in the madness
One I hope I'll see
Rather than remaining fixed in place
In this world of apathy

It's weird as it's my Friday
I should be emanating rapturous screams
Enthusiasm and joyfullness
Should be bursting from my seams

But instead I'm Mr Grumpy Pants
This Thursday's child has far to go
To reach any destination
And not be a miserable so and so

So forgive my moans and grumbles
Hope I don't drag you down
In to my pit of endless boredom
Full of whine and whinge and frown

May be now it's all documented
I'll shed this lacklustre air
With spring in step, skip off this train
And in the mirror see no despair