routine.

you woke up this morning at the same time with the same alarm tone,
after the same sun rose at the same side,
dragged your feet off the bed the same way,
had the same breakfast
do all the same thing you need to
just to walk out the same old exit of your same old house.

u don't like routines, do you
because i don't

you walk the streets that you'll have to walk for years to come
strangers, they have the same old face
you're sick with the same paper work,
dealing with the old stubborn boss,
waiting for 21 one day to end,
waiting for the same thing.

you call the same boy friend, the same number,
he pickup the phone, with the usual "hello"
the familiar voice and tone, the same topic that you'll usually chat about
the same warmth thru the phone.
you're happy with it, as always.

i don't like routines, do you?

you lived through the same script that life has written for us
you walked the same old path,
you end up in the coffin just like everyone else would.

how scary, routines.

how about waking up without the alarm,
fire your boss that pay you for the time of your life,
pop up infront of her door for a lil sweet suprise.

why is everyone doing the same old thing.?