Days fall in line,
one after the other,
like a row of dominoes
just waiting to be toppled over.

This life of mine is in a sad state
yesterday became tomorrow;
it’s always the same thing,
never moving forward.

I’m tired of this road
because it leads nowhere
every day closer to the end
but never really getting there.

We’re moving at the speed of sound
but not progressing anywhere;
we’re all in a hurry to get to
a place that doesn’t exist.

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Inspired by: “A Breath or Two” by Jimmy Needham

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