Everyday seems the same,
A monotonous routine, a tiresome game,
The hours tick by, a never-ending frame,
Of work, of sleep, of endless shame.
The sun rises and sets, a daily cycle,
But my life feels stagnant, a constant recycle,
Of the same old tasks, a mundane spectacle,
I long for change, a life less predictable.
I wake up, I eat, I go to work,
I come back, I sleep, I repeat the murk,
The days...