the further along
the longer i live
the more that i see
it's all meaningless

the day after day
all blends the same
as boredom sets in
then gets in the way

with nowhere to hide
this chasing of time
like that of the wind
always in flight

who's to save us from this
and from ourselves
repeat offenders
no more fingers to count

what do we gain
when it's all the same
this grueling reminder
of being awake

the up's and the down's
who are we trying to kid
round after round
is all meaningless