The Writers' Circle

Solid bore that pass through the day
Though people; all they do is complain
About the days that seem so grey

It's sad to know that nothing is cool
Attempting so would make you the fool

You wonder to yourself as you stare at the wall
Whether or not, you try something new
Or sit there and say "This day is crude"

Get up and active as much you can
Your youth will slowly slip away
If you continue to live the solid day