Day in and day out,
Things come to a float,
Nothing so particular ,
Noticing none familiar,
Doing nothing specific,
Making none terrific,
Keeping nothing immaculate,
Inducing none to percolate,
Steering nothing important
Driving none significant,
Waking up to the routine,
Living slowly in between,
Thinking of the future,
Brooding over the closure,
Eating a bland food
Drinking an iced brood
Loitering out aimless,
Carousing over meaningless,
Yet it is a similar day.
Though we call it another day

One reply on “Another Day”
you remind me of my own day,
I feel tired, thus I stopped attending memes and slowed down on blogging…
what a extraordinary poem about ordinary life.