Disillusioned Circumstances Poem by Frank Sheehan

When you're passing time
wondering about the complexities
of daily survival

You become disillusioned
by mundane circumstances
packed into your routine

It's not always exhilaration
when hours whisk away.
Sometimes it's trying

to make do with
what you have,
being punctual,

attempting to maintain the status quo.
Perpetual ramifications
sequester the day

with reluctance as you know
some things just have to be
managed excessively

while fate transpires
with a gushing
supreme distemper.