Ordinary days Beautiful recirculation of my life

Wakey, wakey! The buzz from my advanced THRITY THREE TEN seem to yell Opened windows slapped aging mango leaves on my face Monday already? Morning already? Granny’s creaking chair again! Savoring with folks of mine the bland toast with juicy old gossip, mom’s warm smile Welcomed into my everyday worn out NIKE with pain Unending miles, but starts with a mile. The bus took forever to come Even when it came two minutes, fifty-seven seconds earlier, Latest gossip rent the air, formally strangers banded like long lost brothers Monday already? Morning already? Of course, the day went by quietly as usual The honking of tired vehicles continually pierced my ears It seems like the beggars made a fortune again Afternoon ended, the sun is setting. Inspiration Mode: LOADING Obviously, this early dinner has become part of us Worth it though, because I was stolen by a dreamless sleep… Wakey, wakey! Morning already?