Day to Day

Where are we walking?

Lined up, traversing the same path

Didn't we walk this road yesterday?

Don’t we walk it everyday?

We’re all moving, bobbing up and down

Weaving in and out of each other

Passing people we never speak to 

Looking briefly into someone’s eyes 

Then forgetting them in less than a second 

And the destination is always the same 

No matter the day it’s always the same

And when we wake the next day, we repeat and live again as if we’re new and different from the day before 

But we change nothing at all

We lead an existence with a clear end in sight

We look at the same brick walls we saw this morning 

Walking on our own footsteps over and over again.

Is a path new just because it’s walked on most recently?

We age and the path is well worn but the act is the same 

And we void excitement in this world of mundane 

But it's what’s expected 

And to break this code would be unvirtuous,

Would be frowned upon 

So wake up, dress yourself, your day has just begun. 

Live it like you’ve never lived it before, but at the end of it remember your moves, remember the people. 

When it’s all the same it tends to blur together 

When you’re comfortable you tend to be trapped.