Routine
Favour Samuel@favoursamuel013556
4 days ago
The clock tells the same lies,
like it already knows how today will go.
The walls feel too familiar,
like they’ve watched me too many times.
My hands keep moving,
but my mind?
Far away…
wandering toward roads I haven’t yet seen.
Everything fits,
but it doesn’t feel right
like a place that calls itself home
but no longer fits.
There’s this restlessness in me
A hunger for...
for something that feels fresh again,
for something that isn’t the same,
for something that doesn’t feel like the rest.
Because every cycle,
every same as yesterday,
feels like a chain.
And me?
I keep breaking inside it.
20th January✅
PS: Draft From My NotePad.
Favour Samuel