A Poem About a Long Day

This was very much rushed, but it was rush in starts and stops, if that makes sense.
Not sure if I was trying to get anything across other than the shape and I think I did that, but in a rather bland manner.

I hope you enjoy.

A long day stretches out
Almost as though as highway
Riding hills and cutting paths
That seem endless upon approach

The only way is forward
What is behind is no longer there
For it constantly disappears
And so I must keep moving

So much of it seems engaging
Yet blends into itself
And the moving through
Becomes an amorphous blur

When the day seems endless
One corner reveals a stop
And a long day no longer is
Until the morning returns

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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