It’s the same old day everyday
Change, yes that’s what I need
Everyday, all the time
The burgundy sheets, the lemon yellow wall
a wallpaper partly torn but still hanging
stairway to heaven
the call of the idiot box
a cursory look at the study table
guilt and anxiousness
a mixed feeling
resort to the easier and warmer alley
the one that makes you dream
and laugh and wonder
also to think and may be ponder for a while
but at the end, that’s the only change I get
a look beyond the same old everyday.
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