Routine

We waste away in worries

of what tomorrow may bring

but we don't relinquish all our thoughts

on what today could be

We wake up in the morning

and think damn, another day

instead of waking up

knowing were so far away

Many people in this world

are so caught up in time and space

everything is on a schedule

every molecule in it's place

I know I waste the hours

wishing I was somewhere else

instead of flipping burgers

in a place that I call hell

It's not what were doing or where we are

its the fact that we always stay

that things will be too hard

if we try to change our ways

So many of us linger

in the routine of our every day

instead of living in the moment

we just let the hours stray

This city has been grey

for as long as Ive been awake

and the people that are inside it

like the colors, begin to fade

And its not the light that moves you

but the sound your alarm clock makes

at 6 AM every morning

set 10 minutes early so you're never late

You get out of work by four o clock

stuck in traffic on the drive home

smoking your last cigarette

on the same shaded road

You come home and kick your shoes off

watch some TV and eat some dinner

waste a few hours surfing the web

let the stress of your day simmer

take a shower, lie in bed

stare at the ceiling for an hour

maybe text someone to say goodnight

close your eyes, this day is over

and every morning you wake up

you say today is a new day

its a fresh start, youre gonna make a change

you open the blinds, all you see is rain

and then your right back to it

the same schedule as the day before

then you wonder why you lie in bed

wishing for, yearning for something more

Its not the life that makes you

but you that makes your life

and if this is where your path takes you

maybe you should've turned at the wrong light

Many people that I've met

always tell me the same

"hey, hows it going?"

"Oh, same s**t, different day."

It's not the day that's different

if that's how you live your life

it's the same s**t stuck on repeat

its just day turning to night

Im not saying that Im better

because I do the same damn thing

but Im fed up of never noticing

when my phone doesnt ring

And I could hide in my bedroom

and only two people could find me

because it's where I loom

with the dark and damp beside me

Some things I just cant stand

and they will continue to drive me wild

and this place where I am

isn't at all worth anyone's while

I just want you all to realize

that we are all the same

we may have different lives

but we live the same damn days

Everything has it's place

and every incident has it's time

but my life's not a f*****g calendar

this time I have is mine