it feels like all my days are meshing into one

There’s a numbness in the sameness, In the suit and tie and the ticking clock, Each day a copy of the last, Xeroxed shadows on the wall. We’re just cogs, Spinning in place, Dreaming of a wrench in the works, But waking up to the same old grind. I’m still here going To nowhere, nowhere at all.

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