Same Old

Same Old

Every day, it’s the same old, same old,
a rhythm that drags me down.
Another day grows cold
with nothing or no one around.

Try to sleep, it’s the same old, same old.
Thoughts scatter across my mind,
another night bought and sold
with no real change to find.

The same old clouds,
the same old rain,
the same dull air,
the blood in my veins.
The same old circles spinning around,
standing on the same old ground,
six feet down.

How am I doing?
It’s the same old, same old.
Tried to change but nothing ever shifts,
just another year of growing old,
recycled time, no new gifts.

Tomorrow’s just another of the same old, same old,
a rerun of these wasted days.
Nothing surprising, nothing bold,
just a plain and simple haze.

The same old clouds,
the same old rain.
Standing on the same old ground,
six feet down.