Like everyone else

It's so quiet 
in My head
There's so much I could be
There's so much I could do

But, is it really worth it?
Yeah, sure, work hard for tomorrow
But, when is tomorrow, 
that unreachable dystopia with an eternal dawn?

It nibbles and nibbles 
through the vastness of every thought
every day
every night
until there isn't a tomorrow

I'm not the first,
Certainly 
won't Be the last
A voice in the choir
that transcends time

It's always the same
Hate the cycle
But
Be a part of it anyway

Yeah, that's me
That's you
That's everyone

You're not special
But then
Who is?

 

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