Every Day is the Same

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Every day is the same
the sky the birds the planes
every day is the same
controlled by my alarm clock
its time to wake up
every day is the same
my suit defines me
it makes me acceptable
every day is the same
my car made me a bank
everyone wants a peice
every day is the same
stress is monitored by the tightness of my tie
its barely on
every day is the same
i come home from work
shead my skin
every day is the same
a few hours pass
life is good
reality is paused
a few hours of bliss
then its time for bed
i toss and turn
every night is the same

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  • Mary E Tilley12/5/2007

    Wow, Great poem but that sounds really depressing. I hope life gets better for you. Sounds like my life sometimes. I suppose that is why they call it...Life.
    Peace and Love,
    Mary E Tilley

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