Day in and out, I succumb to the routine
The hum drum that is killing me slowly
How I long to change things but I am scared
A traveller at heart but a sheep to the system
Never wanting to break the cycle or disturb the peace
So I am stuck in the grey wasteland created by man
To forever pay the price
When I wake up, 20 years from now, hating myself even more
For doing nothing, nothing except my job
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Ethereal Abyss
PuisiPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
