Variety

Going in the awn was a teary yawn, it began right from the dawn, and remained till the dusk was drawn, life seemed to have no object, and my "self" was geting abject and abject, I swam without any current or effort, had no relationships or human rapport, it was really very very mechanical, the way day passed was hey! so very typical, it had set hours and set minutes even sconds were set right, to force anything in the schedule was making it dirt tight, tedium hit me hard and boredom broke me down, is it called a set rather well set life, that you do about the same without torn and any strife, yes strife,if it were to strike something would be different, at least we could deal with it and say that it made the difference, now that place,people,time,furniture,roads etc repeat themselves, I do silently pray and pray really hard that let tommorow not be yesterday's repeat, and God,yes let it be slightly different.