Endless
Every morning I wake up
I rub my eyes and look up
My mind clears and I come to see
That nothing has changed, it is as same as could be
It seems like an endless sameness
going on and on
Nothing changes and everything is wrong
I pray after the work of a whole day
as my eyes closes and I go off to sleep
that may tomorrow be a surprise
something happen
fantastic and nice
but the tomorrow that I wish of never comes
It is as dreary as this poem sounds
on and on, same as same
endless and meaningless
O WHAT A SHAME!
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