Corpsed Routinely

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"Routine, it's routine," I try so hard to say

I try too hard to convince myself that everything's okay

But we could all just sit here and watch our lives go by

What's the use, really? Want to know just why?

The sun goes down, the moon comes up

The earth just can't rotate enough

And the stars, they never lose their shine

Of course, I can't be one to whine

I wake in the morn and sleep in the eve

It's normal, really, too simple to believe

But I eat three meals a day, read, study, and learn

Go through every minute without a fleeting concern

"Simple… it's too simple," I think out loud, slowly

Too simple for my curious mind to exist and be happy

There is one thing I've noticed; one thing that is so clear

Though it is something that you all might be shocked to hear

It is my theory that each and every day

We die of boredom, and we rot and decay

So that what we end up seeing is exactly what we dread

All of us alive, but inside very dead

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not really my best poem... it didn't come out the way i wanted it to... oh well.

happy reading ---MWR