Sleepy, I wake up.

6 AM, my clock tells me.

But I don't need it to say the time anymore,

I know it already,

as everyday, it's the same thing.

It's the same old song,

every day.

It's the same old poem,

being told, again and again.

It's the same words coming from my mouth,

until my tongue is dry,

until there is no more sound.

Every day,

I ask myself, why?

Is this even living?

Or am I just alive?

Surfing on the waves of shit being thrown at me by life,

sleeping on top of garbage every night,

and waiting for it to disappear before morning.

The bitter realisation that I'm just surviving,

walking this Earth with no direction to the deadly final destination,

haunts my dreams every night, upsets my mind every time,

leaving me with no choice besides forgetting and smiling.