Month: November 2025

Same old, same old, why am I being tested, the well trodden paths that seek to harass my senses and take away my peace. 
The audacity of the familiar ghosts within, I do not fear you, I almost pity your feeble attempts to overwhelm me. I see you trying to haunt me, same old same old. 
Don’t you know, since I was born I have slept in this house, my heart pulsating with a different beat. 
Every day I am bored by you, same old, same old, the ghosts of my troubled body seeking to entrap me. 
This day as every day I lay the ghosts to rest, my choice is easy. 

Life, life, life