Boring Lifestyle Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

Boring lifestyle.
Work.
Come home.
Work some more.
Go to bed.

Only excitement is my,
Odd thoughts,
Of sidewalks.
Rebellion against the rebel,
Inside,
Of me.

I once thought of writing everything down,
But was too embarrassed to do so.
I hate that.
I hate how you make me feel these,
Twisted emotions.

The night has fallen like angel from heaven.
Streetlamps glowing in the evening mist.
Time for Autumn’s blend of nature.
Leaves crunching beneath my 20 buck shoes.
That washed-out earthy aroma hanging in the air.

Maybe my life’s not boring,
Maybe it’s time well spent.
Thinking.
Watching.
Listening.
For things I’ve never bothered to notice.