A Light In Repitition
i sit here every single day.
i say the same things to everyone who walks in.
i smile outside, while inside my heart and soul decay.
in comes the lady with the blue tights.
it must be tuesday.
James is wearing his black tie,
he must have gotten lucky last night.
the red car is driving by outside.
it must be noon.
here comes the woman who cheats on her husband.
her shame she can not hide.
i go through this repitition of life over and over again.
i wonder if i'm even awake.
is this a bad dream, or is this the doom my life has become?
this is what i'm given, so it's what i take.
someone new just came in with a smiling face.
the fog that has surrounded me has suddenly cleared.
a light has come on. i'm alive and well.
my tattered mind is no longer smeared.
i smile and say things i've never spoken.
my exisistance has waken and from boredom bit.
i will let my life of dull repitition be no more.
an unlightable flame inside of me has been lit.
Copyright © Shannon Snyder | Year Posted 2005
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