If you can't laugh at Yourself 
28/04/2024
In the grip of sameness, we suffocate,
Bound by chains of habit, our souls stagnate.
Each day a repetition, a weary sigh,
The routine is killing us, we can't deny.
Dawn breaks, and we rise with weary eyes,
Trapped in the cycle, where freedom dies.
A scripted existence, devoid of zest,
In the labyrinth of monotony, we're oppressed.
The minutes, the hours, they all blur,
As we follow the path that we prefer.
But beneath the surface, a longing stirs,
For something more, something that endures.
Break free from the shackles, let's dare,
To breathe in new air, to dream and to care.
Embrace the unknown, with courage and might,
For the routine is killing us, it's time to take flight.
In the dance of life, let spontaneity reign,
Let's break the mold, release the chain.
For in the pursuit of novelty, we find,
The vibrant essence of our humankind.
So let's reclaim our days, let's seize,
The joy of living, the thrill to appease.
No longer enslaved, no longer blind,
For the routine is killing us, but now we find.
In the freedom of choice, in the chance to roam,
We discover the beauty of life's grand poem.
With each step forward, we redefine,
Our existence, our purpose, our design.
