Low life

Today is yet another friday that doesn’t feel like a friyay
Been on this routine for far too long, so I won’t underplay
The redundant thoughts, the lack of dreams and empty plans
That I would otherwise studiously track on my kanbans.

So here I sit biding my time, with little reason or rhyme,
Thinking if only hope could be borrowed on an EMI
I would pay it all back as soon as I can, I said didn’t I?

So I sit and I wait for hope to soar,
And strengthen me again from the core.

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