It’s getting late time for bed
Only to wake up in the morning
And do the same things again
Trapped in a house of mirrors and nowhere to go
Doesn’t matter if I allow myself to slow
The events of each day remain the same
Feels like I’m play a repetitive game
Things are losing meaning I used to enjoy
Everything so routine and not a single decoy
Also losing interest in all that’s around
Almost be better if my arms and legs were bound
To experience a moment of true and perfect bliss
Then stop time and not a thing will be missed
Happiness lasts for a short while
Only to find more takes miles and miles
To be happy right now seems like a joke
Like trying to find an egg without any yolk
When it comes to it life equals s**t
But I guess we all live in this deep dark pit
styledcliff Community Member 
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