The day seems long
the nights longer,
doing the same thing
day in and day out.
makes me dull.
I foresee nothing great
in days to come,
wake up and sleep
could be the schedule.
boring really.
Never had I experienced
such a moratorium,
a denial and a wait,
one of a universal
phenomenon.
The world sleeps
with a discomfort,
rises with an even more
disturbance, a schedule
it has to cope up.
Not the case of a wish
or dislike, whatever
it might be, we have to pass
never pause as the cases
turn to be.
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