The Everyday

Everyday is same, no change...

Everyday is same, nothing new...

But i shall not accept it!

That grotesque routine,

From which both individuals and nations fall.

Kings and pesants, man and woman, me and you,

we all suffer from this terrible affliction.

This sickness of soul that will bring ruin to the mankind...

And we all know it,

In the deepest corners of our hearts,

As we ravel in decadent comforts of modern life,

that we shall fall like the most beautiful seraph fell from heavens,

and we still choose to be ignorant...

And we still enoy the security that routine brings,

It takes, piece by piece, parts of our humanity,

devoiding us of our essence, leaving only a organic machine....

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems