This mundane way life grows so tiresome
Not just for me, but for everyone
The constant repetition of everything
Wake up, go to work, come home
Eat, sleep, do it again the next day
It's so bland, so constricting
Where's the exitement?
I mean there's a whole world out there
A bunch of new experiences to be had
Unknown mysteries to explore
Yet here I am continuing this repetition
Maintaining the system that enslaves me
Yea, **** this
I'm not some **** robot
I'm a human, with a soul
Which yearns to explore the other facets of life
My existence is so much more than just a job
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
This mundane way life grows so tiresome
Not just for me, but for everyone
The constant repetition of everything
Wake up, go to work, come home
Eat, sleep, do it again the next day
It's so bland, so constricting
Where's the exitement?
I mean there's a whole world out there
A bunch of new experiences to be had
Unknown mysteries to explore
Yet here I am continuing this repetition
Maintaining the system that enslaves me
Yea, **** this
I'm not some **** robot
I'm a human, with a soul
Which yearns to explore the other facets of life
My existence is so much more than just a job
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