Some getting ready for work,
(hoping/ in a hope) to earn a life with the livelihood
Some forcing themselves to a longer sleep
to miss the life they've earned
Some raking the leaves
that've fallen from grace
an ungrateful bough
standing bare, shameless
Rushing to the schools
eager young parents
a hope bobbing in uniforms
wearing colours of nonchalance
Just another morning
reminding me of how life goes on
unbothered by living
or by lack of it
The hustle, the bustle leaving no dent
in the bossom of time
yet another day cast aside
for a Monday mundane
or any day of the week
run-of-the-mill
Running the wheel
over and again
reaching the same night
nameless
Living the dream
of being unenviably ordinary
as if this day,
this moment,
were to last beyond the bounds
of its inevitable impermanence
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