We rise every morning
Same body. Same face
Expecting the normal
No changes in fate.
*
We trudge down for breakfast
Same creak on the stairs
Reminding our brain cells
Today's just the same.
*
The smell of fresh coffee -
pretends us alive
As we scroll through our phones
in the same shirt and tie.
*
Like zombies we leave -
Drag our legs to the car
Light a smoke, turn the key
drive away to our jobs.
*
All day at our desks -
feeling empty and grey
No ambitions to change
We are set in our ways.
About the Creator
Simon Aylward
Undiscovered Irish Playwright and Poet - Seeker of eternal youth - Wannabe time traveller and believer in spiritual energies - Too many books to read, not enough time!
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