Mundane Day's, Weeks, Year, a poem I wrote back in March 2009

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Mundane Day's,Weeks, Years

One day is as another.
The sun comes up, the sun goes down. The night is the same as any other
No need to go to town.



One day is as another,
Up again, down again.
Today has once again came,
and left just as the other...




Boredom, or routine?
Who can know, it is all the same.
Life is but a dream?



Inside and out.
Life is but a game.
Too soon covered with grout.