nothing's new

Nothings new, I wake up, same hour, Greet the mirror, same reflection, no power. Off to school, same tiredness, all days, Routine repeats, in a monotonous maze. Nothings new, as the sun rises high, Same old routine, beneath the same sky. Morning echoes, a familiar tune, A cycle of sameness, like a tired monsoon. Nothings new, in the classroom's embrace, Same desks, same faces, in the same space. Lectures drone on, a predictable song, Day after day, it seems so long. Nothings new, as the bell finally rings, Same footsteps, same corridors, the same old things. Homework awaits, a relentless demand, In this never-changing, repetitive land. Nothings new, as the night descends, Same tired thoughts, as the day ends. I lie in bed, the same weary sigh, A lullaby of sameness, beneath the starry sky. Nothings new, yet the world spins around, In the same orbit, in silence, profound. Life unfolds, in its unchanging view, And I wonder if there's more, or if it's all true. Nothings new, but I dream of a change, A break from the cycle, a chance to rearrange. For in the echoes of monotony's song, May there be a whisper of something new, before too long.