Everything mocks me,

the sameness of time lingers upon the air,
just lightly signifying its presence,
and crucial things take a backseat, as I look
through the backview mirror of
my monochromatic life.

One year slips, silkily smooth, into the next;
numbers are what have changed,
and January is just another month
to pass-by; a blurry haze in which
we're caught up...

everything mocks me.