One of those days

One of those days, 

When you feel like all the photographs have already been taken, 

Where each path that ever converged has been thoroughly explored, 

Each beach has been visited by commercial fishermen, 

Where every waterway is polluted. 

One of those days, 

When you’re glad the mists cover the hills, 

So you don’t have to see the machines working them, 

Where a rainbow in the city just makes you sad, 

Because the biggest storm can’t wash it all away. 

One of those days, 

When microadventures feel like a good idea, 

Where you want to follow the twisting tarmac, 

Even though you already know, 

What you’ll find at the end of the road. 

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