Routine, or the expected unexpected
Don’t know what today holds, almost willing to gamble
I shouldn’t be here, in my ignorant arrogance
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God, my breathing and living has been lukewarm
Excited at the end of the day, after work requirements are met
Reset my alarm, doing it all again ignoring this cycle’s regrets
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Probabilities, odds are odd so quiet in repetition, days labeled duplicate
Honestly, I’m not looking forward to anything but I’ve best be grateful
Still, this does not seem right and my days don’t appear as bright as they ought to be
I’m missing something, sadly I can’t hear it or see, can’t seem to connect, is it unknown or do I forget, forgot, scared the ending will be an excess of regrets
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Back in line
Almost clock-in time
Work then leave
Day off a short reprieve
Repeat until
Worn out torso stiff and still
The joy of my salvation has fled
I pray for refreshment in my daily bread
Instead of back in line
Repeat until I’m
Dead.
Emotion Dough 