Life

I hate how monotonous life is,

I lose myself to sleep each night,

The sun and responsibilities pull my arms by their ropes again,

Those shackles drag me through the toilet, washbasin, bathroom, drawing room,

The same tiles, the same walls,

My eyes are tired of the same halls,

I've walked upon the tiles of my house at least a million times,

And have looked at that same mirror since eternity,

The mirror is my twin and frowns with me,

It's tired of me too.

I hate how monotonous life is,

The same clothes, my same gestures,

The usual ever awaken fire in my stomach,

That needs to be doused every few hours,

The familiar creeping thirst slowly makes its way up to my brain,

Tells me to interrupt my work and push it down again.

I hate how monotonous life is,

The same roads await me everyday,

I walk upon their expectant eyes,

I sit where most sit in public transports,

I go into the arms of the same concrete labyrinth,

The same trees stare at me in the way,

They're tired of me too,

I do the same work with minor distinctions,

My fingers move in trained habitual patterns,

The same faces move their lips in usual ways,

Mine move in response to shut theirs,

They walk away into their misery,

I walk away into mine.

I hate how monotonous life is,

I finish my work but no happiness comes and sits beside me,

I walk upon the pupils of the same roads,

Swaying their eyelashes as I go,

I sit where most sit in public transports,

I go into the arms of the same architectural baby,

Whose address is called my house,

The greed of my bedsheets and cushions pushes me,

I somehow change my outside clothes,

I douse my stomach pit again,

I push down the crawling thirst again,

I finally form a 180° angle with my bed,

The sun and my responsibilities team up again,

They braid their ropes for the next day,

And the day after...