A Dreary Twist

A Dreary Twist

My thoughts are in a continuous loop

There is no end or beginning to this.

It is impossible to tell how it came to be.

This cycle of mine is similar to someone’s life 

With no change, stagnant.

Nothing exciting nor upsetting

An unalterable routine like,

The man who never falters to have a glass bottle in his hand

or a cigarette between his fingers.

This loop will never alter its constant ways,

It proceeds its dull course

No reversing, no escaping

Just a plain, and simple loop, with no room for any change 

That will be everlasting.