Curtains bellow in the evening breeze.
Night is arriving soon, it seems.
Words form before my eyes.
The fallen tears will soon begin to dry.
Just another depressing poem.
Hollow lives.
Stereotype.
The everyday, shallow hype.
Motivation is the key.
Put on your mask.
Attempt the mundane tasks.
In the end rewards are great.
Keep to it, ignore all hate.
The fan blades continue to spin.
And the sunlight fades on another passing day.
