The Search Poem by Salvatore Tozzo

'Nothing to do', a defeated lie

No more than a sad, desperate cry


Searching for a proper use of this time

The same day to day life won't do

Gaining no satisfaction

From common attractions

Feels like bullshit is all that they spew


Lack of reasons to wake from each sleep

To welcome the warmth of the day

Feeling bored as hell

It gets harder to tell

If change will ever come this way


Control remains a distant goal

The mind shackles the voice

Joy surely will come

At the end of the run

From fear of making that choice