Every day is the same
it’s like my life
is stuck on repeat,
living without
inspiration has left
my dreams obsolete.
My waking hours
are filled with worries
while sleepless nights
never pass in a hurry.
I am suffering from
a case of déjà vu
with the same old thoughts
there’ s nothing new.
Each morning I say
a little prayer out of hope
more than conviction,
that this life isn’t real
it’s just bad fiction
But it doesn’t take long
to realise that it’s true
and that deep down
I already knew.
