At the Crossroad

Everyday presents a tiresome test
Is it resilience, a struggle to show my best?

Why do my tasks feel so hard?
I wish I could bail and show my joker card!

I grow tired of mundane things
The boredom and the repetition it brings

I want to start again with a shiny clean slate
No path yet taken, just a shiny new plate

I want a fresh page so void and blank
My troubles must go, yes, the ones that do flank

I want a sharp pencil to help me create
A new start from a life I have started to hate

I will not give in to this tedious life
I will not give in to its discontent and strife

Things have to change to free up my space
To allow a passage to be happy and to enter a smiley place