A POEM - ROUTINES OF THE DAMNED

ROUTINES OF THE DOOMED
I’m just so sick of the normal.
So sick of the routine.
What I’ve been doing
Isn’t all that routine,
For people who haven’t been doing it,
But I’m sick of this, too.
I want some excitement.
I want to be out there
On the battlefields,
Taking lives, or saving them-
It doesn’t really matter to me,
In the long, long, long run.
We’re all just coming and going,
Back and forth,
Over and over and over again,
To and from this earth, this world.
So what does it matter to me?
I know we’ll never be here forever,
And we’ll never be gone for good.