Mindless Poem by Nathaniel Kursta

I hesitate.
Is the grass really greener on the other side?
The temptations call out, trying to take form. Their sugar-coated hands reach out.
Unwittingly, I inched closer towards that honeyed embrace.
Tweety bird smiled in its cage, waiting for Sylvester to come play.
Inside the house, the middle-child awoke, stared blankly at the four walls and returned to sleep.
-Nothing worth waking up for.
The silent clock chimes.
Somewhere, a fish took the bait.
The City rose from its lumber.
The World's at work again.
Mindless routines. Mindless systems. Mindless people.
I run faster now. the Mindless routine ingrained in my body.
I run.