Sometimes,it feels like it’s the same thing all over again.
Sleep,eat and endure life’s game.
Days often feel all the same.
Sleep,eat,work and repeat.
To survive in life is certainly a feat.
Do I keep going or admit defeat?
Life’s a game,and the rules,they vary.
Live,grow up and eventually marry.
But sometimes days all feel the same.
The same plans,schedules.
So I play by life’s game.
When I wake up,I go and eat.
Fix my hair,brush my teeth.
And I try to survive and do a feat.
Over and over,I try and compromise.
I look into the mirror once again,looking into my brown eyes.
And it brings me to days I wasn’t wary.
Eyes,brown and young.
And no burdens to carry.
And so I try to sleep once again.
I remind myself of the weekly schedule.
When I should do this or that,and how to distract myself.
Knowing it might be all the same.
But I have my hobbies,passions,and that keeps me going.
The brown in his eyes flowing.
And each word he says,my hope keeps growing.
Despite the repetition,I make a composition.
And tell myself to keep hopeful.
On days quiet or gloomy.
I have things and friends that keep me blooming.
And then repetition comes again.
Each day similiar to the next.
It feels like I am behind,and eventually have to leave the bird’s nest.
Rest soothes me,distracts me.
And when I awake,I keep on going.
All over again.
Always playing the same game called “”life””.
And we try our best to survive.
Over and over,some days I spend alone.
Yet I keep hopeful about a better tomorrow.
This repetition brings emptiness.
So I chase away the sorrow.
