Every morning
I wake on the same bed
Dress in the same room
Leave from the same door
Every day
I go to the same places
Meet the same people
Do the same things
Every night
I watch the same shows
Eat with the same people
Sleep on the same bed
Tell me, then
If I should feel so secure
About what the future should hold;
If I shouldn't fear the known
But rather the unknown
Why must I lie every night dreading what arises of the
Next day?