More Pondering to Do

Here I lay upon my bed, thinking over my life. Wanting to make it different, but don’t know how to change. That is pretty much my story, simplistic as it may seem. The only tale that I can tell, boring as it may be. Hoping other’s are different, I know they are more exciting. Longing to be like them, but stuck with what I have. I should be more grateful, for the things that I own, and the people I love. Although they are slipping away, as I fear my mind is too. But enough of my sorrow, it is time you move on. For my poem is too depressing, for happy people like you. So goodbye, and farewell, to all my dear readers. I must be going, more pondering to do.