To the rhythm of life
I have always been discordant
No matter how you sing it
The song will remain the same
Like an overplayed record
I am stuck in a grove
My head spins
Round and around
Daily I dally
Routine has become so routine
I’m stifled by certainty
Trapped in a world of déjà vu
Only the numbers change
Days merge
A collage of blank pages
Is it yesterday or tomorrow?
I am rut stuck
It’s impossible to tell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Routine has become so routine' How so very true this is, for most of us, I think. This is a very good write.