Everyday

Everyday you walk in the same path, the same road, the same feelings with nothing to show for it except the fancy clothes you wore yesterday.

Everyday is just another excuse to look at yesterday while hoping for tomorrow in a neverending light that borders on crazed optimism facing crushing pessimism.

Everyday you want to fall in love with somebody to take you away but the only place that can cater for you is a mental hospital to ail your increasing neurotic and psychotic personality disorder.

Everyday is a day closer to death.

Everyday there's a digit on a computer filing all that you've kept on location kept neatly in a computer folder. Each day you wonder what would happen if they lost your files.

Everyday you want to be with the female singer you put on at a specific who has the same amount if not more problems than you.

Everyday you want to sleep longer and no longer communicate with the rest of the world but know ultimately that resistance is futile.

Everyday is just another excuse

Everyday is living for what? A sense of humour with a few drinks and some nice perks along the way.

Everyday is a lousy chat up line. Hear it one more time and you'll punch it in the face. Or at least, you'll feel like doing so.