Mundanity

The twister sucks incessantly.
I dodge and dribble helplessly.
My rebellious spirit tugged away,
In the vortex of mundanity.

In endless cycles days are cast.
Quotidian years pass so fast.
Before the realization dawns,
My bacchic days well in my past.

Time I lost I can not gain.
Though my past I lost in vain,
Will satiate with zest and zeal,
The days in life that remain.

Will escape the bonds of common place.
Will grant my heart all that it craves.
A gleaming life to light up the world;
And fulfilled, to death it slowly fades.