The days repeat,
for a lifetime of groundhog days.
that evade the conciseness.
As if hiding in plain sight
                   yet were echoes of before.

Our lives are woven in to
                     twenty three hours,
fifty nine minutes,
                  sixty seconds of rinse & repeats.

Where caged in our meaningless
             eventuality.
A mind numbed,
    by the sanitation of our existence,
                 a reiteration of life's decay.