Bad Fiction

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.