Everyone gets those long stretches of time when everyday is the same. "Same shit, different day", as the saying goes. You try to do things differently, but sometimes you have no freedom to. I felt so stuck for a long time, no matter how much I gave it my all, and that feeling was what got me to write this poem. Looking back, things are really different now. I feel what they say is true - things have a way of falling into place at the right time. Excerpt: "Same old path I walked yesterday" "Same old clouds of a dull, pale gray" "With church bells ringing the same way" "I knew it would be the same today" "Today i sat on the same old chair" "It's leather still with the same old tear" "During my break, around I stare" "My yesterday is still everywhere"