24 November 2012
Another day, another dawn, Yet no time to sigh or yawn. Locked into the lifeless ring, Nothing new that I can bring.
Ever feel like there's no room? Like you wake up inside a tomb? They tell you to 'express yourself', But you feel stuck on the top shelf...
It's a routine, a thoughtless weight, You trundle through, you're never late. Wake up, sleep then, wake then sleep, A simply cycle, never cheap.
Ever want a fresh new start? Where what you do comes from the heart? Where you don't have to follow rules, And aren't another if society's tools?
I think everyone wishes it sometimes.
Breaking Routine? • Opuss № I