Frustrated with the mundane
Frustrations that ignite
A hellfire and brimstone anger
I stand ablaze.
But I am nurtured back
By words on a yellowed page,
Written by a man
Long gone
Who I long to impress.
(Though I've never cared much for men.)
And it all fizzles out.
And I'm left with trees.
Old trees.
Parking tickets,
Raindrops,
Treehouses and hospitals,
Sprouts of cedar plucked out of plastic playgrounds.
And that it all coexists.
And I am haphazardly,
Accidentally,
Tossed into space and the cruel hand of fate.
Looking to find peace in the bottom of a beer bottle,
And searching for life in probiotic yogurt.
How silly it is to be so angry
Over so little
In a world with so much.
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