The routine of opening and closing the eyes
watching the same ceiling greet you twice
Knowing the time of the day
by the smell of the air on its way
The sound of the old fan
the imprints of a daily tan
The same weight of the glass of water
the taste being not a little salter
The same few paces between the walls
the square window and the bird calls
The clothesline just as strong
to the blackened nails they still belong
The switches and wires ever loyal
your entertainment plans they never foil
The picture frames locked in place
the same walls they continue to grace
All these and so much more
Familiar to your deepest core.
watching the same ceiling greet you twice
Knowing the time of the day
by the smell of the air on its way
The sound of the old fan
the imprints of a daily tan
The same weight of the glass of water
the taste being not a little salter
The same few paces between the walls
the square window and the bird calls
The clothesline just as strong
to the blackened nails they still belong
The switches and wires ever loyal
your entertainment plans they never foil
The picture frames locked in place
the same walls they continue to grace
All these and so much more
Familiar to your deepest core.
Nice, reminds me of my hostel room. But you seriously need to get out of your home more often. :P
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