Wake up and rise out of bed
walking and stepping, towards, closer to the things
we do not, want to do
the unwanted thing’s we do not enjoy
we move towards
somehow we keep repeating the same
things over and over

over and over we do the same things
days blur into synonyms
where our hearts beat monotony
the same rhythm our hearts beat,
I am not sure we can call this living.
days blur into synonyms
our hearts beat monotony
the same rhythm
our hearts beat
not sure we
can call this
living