Out of the Mundane
1 min readOct 20, 2019
A POEM
You are not a physical being in this lame day
No need to drive yourself anywhere today
You don’t pay bills and buy groceries
You don’t catch up with time
or tell lies
Fear, just a glorious phantom
Politics, another cheap fiction
Telepathy, our way of communication
Fewer spoken words, less hypocrisy
No need to RSVP
Like fiction;
grow older and younger with a flip of a page
No timeline
No deadlines
And grasp it all
what is yours and what is mine
and some borrowed thoughts, not ours
to ponder, to drink
No boredom, no shame
No phones to answer
Nothing lame about it
nothing lame
