Same

Day by day
the same old thing
they talk and shout
its all the same

wake up
the day begins but whats the point
its all the same again
a different day yes but the same routine

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

the weekend comes
and then we start all over again.
minutes pass and the clock ticks as
students sit restless at their desks

bells keep us on track
on to the next class
man someone get us out

2:30
its time to go
back to a home i don't know
the grass is brown
and oh home sweet home.
is that what its called?

walk in its not at all a quite as needed be
so i retreat to the room where i can write
where i can sing and dance and now one can judge
who i am

and I'll wake up
to the same old routine