No New Routines.

I believe I can see the future, cause I repeat the same routine.

Wake up, sleep.
Wake up, sleep.
The same process again and again.
Wake up, sleep.
I try so hard to dream of something,
To have a weightless slumber.

Not one of these goals have been achieved.

Stand up, sit.
Stand up, sit.
The same routine everytime.
Stand up, sit.
I try so hard to move around,
To dance and scream.

Nothing yet.

I can never do anything different, no matter how hard I try.
Because, what's been done has been done for a long time.

Nothing is different.

So, I'm sorry for thinking rebelliously, oh great Status Quo.
Even if my days are monotonous and I desire a different schedule everyday.
I'll go back to my boring ole lifestyle, becasue that's the way it's supposed to be.

No one will lull me to sleep,
And no one will push and pull me from my warm and dull seat.
No one.