silly games that only the lonely play
the pain of life. the boredom of monotony. wake up, have coffee, sometimes a hearty meal (to last us twenty four slash seven; what a joke!) take a shower, or bath, shave, put on new clothes stiff, clean and well pressed shoes, shiny and black (or sometimes brown) bag, the color of dawn work tick tock tick tock there goes the clock eight, nine, ten hours flushed down the drain floating with the rain another day wasted staring into the void of our made up lies in this winter of discontent then go home eat dinner take a shower or bath (sometimes go out with friends and lovers) but still the same, at the end of the day we sleep and rest our tired body, mind and soul one with nature once more ah life is an endless march of all the stupidities that have piled up for centuries i long for the day when i no longer have to wake up and do the same things all over again