Trapped

Wherever I go, I’ll be there;
That takes all the shine off the sun.
Each day, I’ve got troubles to spare,
But not that that tempts anyone.

I sit like a monk in my room,
Or no: “like a monk in his cell”,
And all that I do is consume
Religion and movies, as well.

I used to be top of the class;
I thought I’d find fortune and fame.
One look in the cracked looking-glass
Just shows me the one who’s to blame.

There’s no point in going elsewhere;
Wherever I went, I’d be there.

Photo by Andreas Haslinger on Unsplash

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