Wednesday, 29 February 2012

The Routine Syndrome


The Morning

I check the phone,
It's still 5:15,
As if all the thoughts in my mind
Only took a short dream.
I sit up and rub my face,
Easing slowly out of sleep
As if there was something
To get up for. Something to greet.
But everyday day is just the same.
Yet there's nothing else to do.


Go to a lecture or two,
Then become ill for three.
Friend will complain,
Make more of an effort
The tutors still don't know your name.
Only that you're the student who's ill all the time.
Stop being lazy. What's your game?


Back home

Door opens,
To an empty house.
Climb upstairs,
since there is no one else.
Throw myself onto bed,
Sayin' I'll do better tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes,
and I'm still in sorrow.


Life can't be a simple routine,
Day in day out,
With a cup of caffeine.
There ain't no more to do,
No more to say.
Just life can't keep running,
Like this way.

Next Morning

I find myself lying on the floor again,
This time the door is left open,
I guess I was tired last night,
I try to recall the last memory,
But today is already not going right.
I ask myself,
Not moving a muscle,
If it's worth getting up,
If it's worth trying again.
Everyday just seems the same,
What's the point,
If I'll just wind up here again?

No more.
All I want to shout is
No more.
No more.
No more.
Just no more.

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