sun cames out
moon in the middle of the night
opened eyes, closed eyes
sounds, sounds, sounds.
the clock ticks
the rain falls
the wind blows
round, round, round
every day is just the reflecction of the other
over and over the same dance
no sparkle, no thunder, no beauty
plain and gray
it is always the same
it is never away
like a course on everything
like a never ending pattern...
plain and gray.
It's kind of a repetitive feeling. All that stuff comes year after year. It's like when something exciting finally happens, you're so done in by the repeated process of every day, you live it half-heartedly
ReplyDeleteYes, a never ending thing, a routine.
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