I wake up every morning doing the same ole thing.
Acting the same ole way.
Praying the prayer, I pray.
To others it is okay, but for me it is not.
I wake up every morning sometimes in the same ole room, in the same ole bed, going to work at a job I dread.
For others it is okay, but for me it is not.
I wake up every morning thinking in five years where will I be.
What new things will I see?
Will I still be that same ole he or she?
Is this where and who Iâ??m really going to be?
Is this the real me?
I do not know about you, but when I look in the mirror I like what I see, and that is okay with me.
