Oh look. Would you look?
It is 7 again.
It's a few minutes after
7pm
Yes. The lights in your city begin to brighten
And you lay on your bed, once more.
And again.
Just like yesterday, and the other day
and that... other day
Wait.
Where is life? In this bed?
When your walking legs are folded instead
When your flexible spine is healthy and prime
you've been sighing and lying all day?
What a shame.
Where is the day?
And what is your name?
Why do you hurt your self in this way
By the end of the day
You've done nothing.
Like always.
By the end of the day.
You are nothing.