Boromir telling the truth

(This was a fun one to write.  Clearly I was having a sense of boredom and wondering about how life could be more interesting.  The broken souls part certainly rings true even today.  Stability helps when you’re hurting, but it can turn into a rut.  Hard to get out of that comfort zone.)

The Rut

Is a necessity

To those with broken souls

Beaten down by life

Lost to all ambition

Hoping to survive

And make it through the day

They forge a simple cycle

Waking with the dawn

Preparing for the day

Entering the flood of traffic

That oozes them to work

Where they go through motions

Dreading all excitement

That brings a touch of chaos

To their standard realm

They avoid the ticking clock

A sign of life’s depart

Until the time to leave

And join the trickle home

A few hours of free time

Before its time to sleep

And reset the dreaded cycle

Until the weekend comes

Leaving the Rut behind

But never out of mind