Life's Routine

It was life’s routine;

That’s how things went,

Rounding the corner, always bent.

Make a sharp u-turn back to the start

In your old, rusty car that won’t go far.

Recurring memories of repeated times,

Winding of the recorded to wake up

Everyday the same time;

With a shame and a sense of blame,

For that sparks a flame-

A flame of interest,

Interest of the worlds beyond.

I can’t help but think if life goes on

Beyond, beyond the insipid days

Of endless morning and nights,

Full of internal fights.

A loud hum echos inside me

The Humdrum has awakened and I can not

Be free,

I can not flee.

I see and hear the same things,

Counting rings-

Rings that represent the same nothingness I live within.

I want to escape the rerun, but that is a life I live without.

Try and try again, I do not succeed to the thing I want to be.

I dream of a dream I want to see

Or maybe it is a dream within a dream;

I dream of another life’s routine.