The window is cracked an inch or two

The tv is on real low,

The rain starts to fall outside,

The moon gives off a glow.

Sitcom laughs, the washing machine, the sounds just mix right in,

I’m laying stuck inside my head,

The way I’ve always been.

“It’s all in a days work” I’ve heard many times before,

But why’s life such a mundane routine,

why wasn’t I meant for more?