If Life Was Like a Poem

Plain Days

I'm not so sure
How long I can continue
With these patternous days
Each one floats into the next
Without change
Mondays fade to Fridays
Fridays back into Tuesdays
What year it is?
My how time flies
How I'm still stuck in 2009
How just days ago
I swung upon a swing set
Childish and free
How I danced among fairies and ran with the lions
It was only yesterday
That I came home crying
afraid of those older, bigger kids
How it feels as though
My life is one spot
A second piled upon a million more
Just alike, all the same
So why do I bother
To drag myself from my bed
To get back out there and ride the horse
That will kick me down before I even get on
"Your life is worth it"
Don't lie
Don't say it is
My life is no more worth than yours
So why should I live
When I am just the same as you
When there are a thousand copies of me
And a thousand of you
We're not really all worth too much now
At least not alive
Not all at once