Maybe it's been the same for you,
When nothing is out of the blue,
Just a monotony of predictable,
Surrounded by a glut of tangibles.
When the sun becomes a burning nuisance,
And the rain an inconvenience,
Autumn leaves are just a mess,
And flowers an allergic stress.
Slowing down seems an option taken away,
Life's just blurry days,
Words are said but not heard,
Ain't it a wonderful world.