The Cougar Review

By April

I get so sick of the monotony 

That circles the bubble I live in.

I watch it ebb and flow

Till I find my legs moving on their own

Out the door, out of here, somewhere, anywhere away from the same old same old.

I just get so tired of coloring inside the lines.

Of the monotony grasping at my eyes.

Can’t I get something unexpected with these burgers and fries?

Cause I’m so sick of these life lessons told to me over and over again.

Sick of the same walls and halls

Sick of my own hands

And my ceiling fan just spinning   and spinning    and spinning 

And wondering if I’m really the one spinning    and spinning     and spinning    in a circle.

I just wish my house was made of clay,

So I could shape it into something new everyday. 

I wish a dragon would suddenly pop out of my dryer.

Just something absurd- unheard

So ordinary feels like a far away world

And I can hear the satisfying pop

As the heartbeat of my monotony bubble hits stop.