Replaying the mundane
Tomorrow the same as today
Living mediocrity
Everything the same
Hoping for one
Adding an n to make it none
Misplaced distractions
Cant breath
The air won’t came in
Trust is a powerful word
Sinful in its vengeance
Without it there can only be hate
Replaying mediocrity
Yesterday repeated today
No escaping the mundane
Floating in time
It maybe daytime
But the night is not finished yet
The moon talks to me at lunch time
Can breath
The air won’t come in
My lungs fill with water
Drowning a little more everyday
Hope spreads a little light
with every sunset
Hope spreads a little light
with every sunset
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