Going Through The Motions

An existence recycled.
An unknown is feared.
Possibilities are debated.
Leaving a stagnation so clear.
Opportunities for change...
Never occur with chances to begin!
Things stay the way they are,
Going through the motions...
With a devotion,
To a growth of nothingness...
That seems not to end.
Finding a comfort in it!
And keeping pretentions real,
To attend!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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