Routine things
To be saturated in our phones
hourglass seconds
becomes the day
When will I wake up
Am i already ?
Get ready
Its another day
the memo hasn't changed
The looming cloud is still to close
Catch a cold
in that rain
Shivering bodies
piled up
They turn cold
outside to long
The looming cloud
Too close
Thundering sounds
Quaking its name
Quickened heart
beating again
The looming cloud
still too close
An itch increases the hearts
of men
there is no pleasing
Overhead
pittering and pattering
What a time to be so calm
Washing away at last
Not at the bodies
the mud
consuming its foundation
Times meant for rejuvenation
A system might change
Structures share truth
humanity is enclaved
Shrouded in standards
Proprietors
Of the future
In this time
Hourless seconds
We'd seek growth not loss.
