meet my companion - monotony
he's a reliable sorta guy,
and there through thick and thin,
even for the weekly cry.

he hangs around and eats my food,
but I really don't care.
I'd buy more, but he's back again -
even trying on my underwear.

everything I think
and everything I do
is something old, something borrowed,
sometimes blue but nothing new.

What about some conflict?
I want an instigator.
Want someone to hold the door
to my proverbial elevator.

So I can keep moving up,
past the clouds and stars.
I'd alley-oop Jupiter,
then I'd pass by Mars.

I'd reach the end of our galaxy,
and only then pause
to take in all of nothing,
and then re-write my clause:

I don't want to be given
the stars and the moon.
but I want to start earning them
exceptionally soon.

Perhaps all I'm needing
is a week's vacation
to pull me away
from this physical/mental stagnation.

Or just some deep reflection
to send me in the right direction.

Guess monotony is what you get and give,
without some of it I couldn't live.

Love.  Love Others.  Be Loved.
Rinse.  Lather.  Repeat.
-5:10 PM, May 20th, 2005