Monotonous Days

I didn’t notice it at first,
But I had this dying thirst,
For something new,
In this flawed milieu,
This life is getting mundane,
From going though this day all over again.

I remembered a day like this,
But the day was covered in mist,
But I remembered doing that, too,
When the sun was out and the sky was blue,
Whether shine or rain,
I will go though the day all over again.

Waking up from my bed,
I can’t get this feeling out of my head,
Going to work in that gloomy place,
The stress you can see from my face,
I don’t think I can bare the strain,
From going through this day again.

Walking to work is such a bore,
Just thinking of it, makes my head sore,
I would rather do something new,
But now, I can only think of a few,
I think my life will wane,
From going though this day all over again.

Sitting there, watching my work piling,
Then I wonder is this my calling,
The more I clean up some,
A much bigger pile will come,
This life is such a bane,
When the day repeats again.

After a long day of never-ending work,
There is of course, annoying homework,
After that, I finally get some well-deserved sleep,
But knowing what will happen makes me weep,
This annoying repeating chain,
Of living my day all over again.

The girl that I like rejects me everyday,
I approached her nicely, just to hear her say,
That I can never ever be who she wants,
It’s because I am me, she told me once,
But all my efforts are in vain,
Hoping that it will not happen again.

I tried looking at the bright side of things,
Looking at what the day brings,
But there is nothing different than before,
No benefits, just the same, nothing more,
What is there that I can gain?
From going though this day all over again?

There must be something that I can do,
At least until the day is through,
Somebody please help me out,
All of this makes me want to shout,
But there is no point for me to complain,
Because anyhow, I will go though it again.

Ignore it, they say,
Ignore the repeating day,
But I cannot deal with it anymore,
It hurts my soul to the core,
This unbearable monotonous pain,
Going though this day all over again.

I think I am going to lose my mind,
Will they stop pressing rewind?
Is life just a repeating record?
Am I going mad because I’m bored?
I think I am going completely insane,
From going though this day all over again.

What has brought me here?
To this place that only brings fear?
This is a nightmare come true,
And there is nothing for me to do,
Living in this hellish domain,
That makes me live my days over again.

I must get to who is pulling the strings,
March up to him; demand a change of things,
Without fear nor remorse,
I will get to the source,
Until he or I am slain,
My day will repeat, again.