It’s all the same
each day I sweat a little more,
as each rant drops the swear words soar,
I hold no grace with my despair,
just as my skin it'll stay right there,
the birds will sing at the pane of glass,
and I shall listen in a bemused entrance,
the traffic will boom and shake the air,
as I remain still standing there,
the milkman strides his widows walk,
as she'll retort to his whistle begot,
the postman will amble up the paths of late,
to be chased by a dog fear out of the gate,
and life goes on the way it did before,
just as yesterday and to tenacitys door,
and as the grey clouds drift to above my abode,
I realise that tomorrow is only yesterdays door,
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