A lot has been written about monotony Here I’m only trying it from my vision It won’t differ much from yours But even monotony comes in different flavors Mine is bland. Unimaginably bland. So much, that I fear the day I spit it out, it will leave me bitter I make feeble attempts to break it A lot like a fifty year old couple argue & fight They are not trying to spice things up Just sorting the disagreements and inconveniences that crop up, further strengthening their bond Each one is a proven pain in the other's *** But it is familiar, comforting pain Losing track of the days that I lost The days they come and go so fast I’m preparing myself better for the days to come ‘Every new day is an opportunity lost. So you’ve got to seize every opportunity.' I was advised.. It was 00 hours when I woke up from my untimely slumber to start this new day on this new note Although I’m skeptical of the meaning of new day I don't think they meant it in the technical sense The day they were referring to probably begins when the sun shines so bright that it is hard to keep your eyes closed and pretend to be asleep In a semi awakened state, you clasp your genitals, then scratch them, stroke your stiffness, wipe the drooling mouth or partake in other preferred activities in any order you deem fit and thereby amass the requisite energy to seize the day by the ***** Me,? I’m not really a morning person It takes a couple of hours for nausea to subdue After I spat all the toothpaste residue So I take this to be the start of yet another day which has begun, and will roll, with reasonable certainty, just the same way as did yesterday Or the day before Or a day the week before But I wasn’t here since the beginning of time I grew from a microbe to a maniac So I know this is just a phase that will pass But I can’t seem to place the beginning or end of it Shedding hairs, bloating with worries and fat I came to the sudden realization that this will soon end Whether I like it or not Whether I force it or not It will come to an end Like every other thing that started Here I am, waiting for it to unfold Like the spectator I’ve always been, passive with fear and with justifiable cowardice
When the days become too repetitive, you can't tell reality from a recurring dream..