everyday

In dawn's embrace, I rise once more,

To a world unchanged, my spirit sore.

Every morn, a cruel replay,

Aching heart, stuck in the same old way.

The sun ascends, its golden hue,

But my soul's colors, faded and blue.

A weary existence, day by day,

Where hope is fleeting, lost in the gray.

The clock ticks on, relentless and cold,

Routine's grip, a story untold.

The same faces, the same empty gaze,

Echoing emptiness, in the same old maze.

The whispers of morning, a monotonous choir,

Treading paths worn, fueled by desire,

To break free from this haunting trance,

And find solace beyond this tiresome dance.

But time stands still, a captive of fate,

In this mundane realm, I silently wait.

Yearning for change, a flicker of chance,

To escape this cycle, this wearisome expanse.

Oh, the weariness of waking each day,

To a world unaltered, in shades of gray.

Heart longs for novelty, a balm to mend,

A break from monotony, a story to transcend.

Yet, I endure, through the tears and pain,

Hoping one day, life won't feel inane.

For in simplicity, this truth remains clear,

That even broken hearts can conquer fear.

So, I rise again, my spirit weathered,

Resilient, though my hopes may be tethered.

And though the world seems eternally the same,

In my heart, a flame still flickers, burning with aim.