Mundane

31 Mar 2020

Late nights spent listening to songs I can’t forget

A harrowing journey taking me through the highs

And the lows simultaneously as I drift farther

Out into the darkness resting inside my mind

Into the creepy, eerie edges of consciousness

The border towns of my mind are filled to the brim

Full of lost memories and words and sins

Half remembered, half forgotten, the days which

Fill all of our lives but are quickly discarded

The boring, mundane majority of time