Same Stuff, Just a Different Day
Crack a blind.
A slither of light slips into my eyes,
since they hadn't seen sun light in days.
An indent can be seen on my bed,
reveling my bodily impression,
since I hadn't left it in days.
The faucet drips another drop of water to set the tempo,
my refrigerator chimes in with a hum,
my air conditioner jingles in a roar,
and my screen door slams repeatedly too set the percussion,
together they play that same old song ive heard for so long.
But I just nuzzle my head back into my pillow,
and drown out the world.
Maybe tomorrow ill change the song.
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