Solitudinal Afternoon
What is on my mind today? Truthfully, I cannot say.
I don't feel strongly any way.
An accurate descriptor would be malaise.
How best to occupy my time?
Apart from dainty little rhymes.
No lightbulb flash,no bell to chime.
As I decay upon the vine.
I suppose I'll drive to a public place.
And as I walk with a sullen face,
Feeling that my life's a waste,
I pray a stranger will invade my space.
For conversation would be a saving grace,
From this dreadfully lonely day.