Boredom

A heavy weight.
Like an anchor that pulls down your soul.
The grey lull of life moving on
And on
And on
And on.
The silence of the film real which is life.
Wake up.
Eat breakfast.
Get dressed.
Go to school.
Go to first period.
Second period.
Third period.
Fourth period.
And such is life.
A broken record.
A CD on repeat,
Where the only difference is what you eat.
The sleepy prison known only as every day.
Every repetitive, near identical day.
Where the only difference is what you where,
And what you eat.
Go to fifth period (what will you get for lunch today?)
Sixth period.
Seventh period.
Eighth period.
And then you go home
Where the only difference is what homework you have to do tonight.
And what you wear.
And what you eat.
Maybe watch the news
More war
More deaths
More tragedy.
Get ready for bed.
Go to sleep.
Prepare for the next day
And such is life
Where the only difference is what you dream.
And what homework you have to do tonight.
And what you wear.
And what you eat.
In this sleepy thing we call life.

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Kay: I wrote this around midnight the day before it was due. Despite that, I think it turned out pretty good . Please review.