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Hi. I just wrote this. Needs work but see what you think. You might have to read it aloud because most of the rhyming isn't on the end of the lines but it is there! Crit for Crit etc etc

I'm bored of the same old, same old story,
You know, the one that never changes.
And though I've tried a few times to turn the pages.
The future is unwritten but I can't break from the past.

So you ask how did it come to this?
It was routine but my CD selection guided me.
And it's the music: The joe's and jack and james,
they make the day,
while I try to escape the hole I'm in.

I'm bored of the same old, same old story,
You know, the one that never changes.
And though I've tried a few times to turn the pages.
The future is unwritten but I can't break from the past.

Most I do is waste this,
in the front row and hate these times,
when getting nowhere is holding up the line.
I have hope but when dream and aspiration,
are fighting relegation into the back row,
keeping off course is how I cope with the same old,
same old pep talk to get me out of bed and the same old,
same old pack of pills to heal this head.

I'm glued to this like the trendies and trendy music,
I'm not growing out of the ways that trap me,
and I'm beginning to lose patience with the man I thought I was supposed to be,
because it's not me.

I'm bored of the same old, same old story,
You know, the one that never changes.
And though I've tried a few times to turn the pages.
The future is unwritten but I can't break from the past.
Last edited by Rascal_King at Aug 1, 2008,