Blue Hotel

You check into my Heart Hotel,

where warmth awaits, yet shame consumes you.

Surrounded by coldness, as you previously expelled it.

Now, only second thoughts and a notable absence of humour remain.

You are as dependable as the train schedule,

yet a hint of monotonous disdain lingers.

A resistance remains

for no burst of spontaneity can disrupt your day.

Just like those flowerpots adorned with blue hearts,

they always seem to wither and perish

before their time.

You are always on the right track,

or at least, that's what you believe, absorbed and distant.

With no interruptions, you have your own path to follow

towards the things that are important to you:

your daughter, your job, your TV, your mom,

and the overwhelming emptiness

that has been troubling you for such a long time.

Perhaps it is time to search

for something that truly resonates with you.

Instead of devoting your heart and soul

to trivial matters that will not endure.

Consider seeking a deeper purpose.

Trivial pursuits can bring money,

yet they are empty without meaning.

But how can a vacant mind create any significance?

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