Poem of the day. I wrote this sitting on a park bench, waiting for a college seminar on a cold October evening. I don't really have much to say about it. As always, comments are always greatly appreciated.

"Indecision"

I never feel happy.

I never feel sad.

I'm content to just drift here,

Amongst the good and the bad.

Like a cloud, I'm blown about

By these turbulent gales.

My life has no purpose;

My journey no trails.

The world gets colder,

And all turns to gray,

While I'm growing older,

But here I must stay.

So I'll just sit here,

As the sky darkens above

And wait for some semblance

Of joy, peace, or love.

I'll continue to search

Amongst darkness and gloom.

But it seems indecision

Is my Grave and my Tomb.