Before the sun rises,
My dreams surrender to the same beeps,
I get up expecting nothing different,
Nothing exciting, nothing new,
A humble shirt and pants to blend.

Same bus arrives,
On time as expected,
Passengers dressed in shades of grey,
Unfamiliar faces with ****** expressions,
Sit and wait quietly for their stops.

One, two, three blocks I count,
Ten minutes of houses in rows,
Then ten minutes of tall, dark greens,
Until I pass a hill and fire trucks,
Then it's finally time to leave.

At work, the same people wave a hi,
While others greet with cordial smiles,
The same tasks repeat,
Like a never-ending purpose,
That solely serves to never end.

Same bus arrives,
On time as expected,
Passengers dressed in shades of brown,
Unfamiliar faces with empty glances,
Stare only ahead or at their laps.

It passes the fire station,
       And then the hill,
       Some clouds hover in the sky,
       Perhaps it'll rain,
Though it doesn't matter.

Ten minutes of tall trees pass by,
        I've grown attached to these scenes,
        An atmosphere so banal and plain,
        Even the unfamiliar pedestrians,
Bring comfort and security.

Ten minutes of houses in lines,
        Even the indifferent greetings,
        Release pressures to form friendly bonds,
        And the never-ending tasks,
That allow for stability.

One, two, three blocks left to go,
       Until this cycle repeats,
       And once it ends,
       I would lose a blessing,
A mundane luxury I will miss.