February

Every day’s the same, it’s just more of the same
Up at dawn, sunlight dim, looking through the cracks in the curtains
And then piling up deep and high
93 million miles back to the sun
Close your eyes, it’ll go away
Sleep is better, nothing you have to do
Drift with the flow where you will
Minding our own business while the weather does whatever it wants to outside
Stare at wooden windows while the world wanders by and we wonder why
Everything’s the same, it’s just more of the same
Telling ourselves stories that don’t ever change
Let’s all disappear, vanish from memory
Far away from here