I realize I haven’t been on here in quite some time.

My life is mundane.

Boring at best.

Nothing, but time to pass.

Same routine

The gears grinding,

My thoughts reminding

Often I think of the past

I’m know I shouldn’t

I think the next thing

Will be it

End all be all

I’m looking for a purpose in life.

I still haven’t found it yet

I hope

I dream

It will come to me

Then again

I know where to look

but Satan’s a crook.

I can’t trust certain people

and for that I’ve hardened.

Redemption,

A chance is what I need.