The Wishing Well of Life
Caged in by the plain white walls,
wanting to escape.
The cold metal of the exit doors
seals my fate.
Conforming to routine life’s insanity…
Giving in to apathy…
Dreaming of another place…
Searching for a different rhyme…
Through it all, time will tell.
Each day is just a coin in a wishing well.
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