It’s all the same
Day to day
Wake up with this dreadful
Dull thud in my chest
Smiling on the outside
Say hello
Passerbys waving
No connection
It’s all the same
Work ’til you drop
Guilt if you stop
Get a bottle popped
Drown every last drop
It’s all the same
Sorry.. down* every last drop
‘pparently I can’t type
but who cares if the words make any sense
Nothing makes sense
It’s all the same
Replay, repeat, rewind
Look, no one cares what’s behind you
But isn’t what’s past what builds us into today?
Or is it all the same?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Originally Dated: January 29, 2016