Cars everywhere,
Moving fast,
On the wet, grey ground,
Below the wet, grey sky,
So empty yet full of people.
I see trees,
I see buildings,
I see houses,
So plain,
As if nothing was there.
At work,
Took the north staircase,
Holding on to the railings,
Making my way,
Step by step,
As always,
My boring routine of life.
Lunch break,
Went to the cafe,
Alone,
Stirred some tea,
Warm,
Just for my lonely self.
Is this the way life will always be?
This dull, boring, plain, hurting way.
Or is it just me?
Or is it always me?
