Summer Nights Musings
Stuck in this repeating day
It feels just like a broken record
Everyday is the same thing
Over and over, again
Go to sleep at the early hours of the morning
Wake up a few hours later, when the sun rises
Get up and get dressed
Then make some coffee
Do some meaningless tasks
And then it’s back to bed
It just keeps repeating
Somedays a slight change might happen
Like having to watch the niece and nephew
But then it almost always goes back to repeating
As soon as they leave
The only solace is that it will end soon
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