Days of Repetition

All these days, get so much praise

And they just won't go away...

Not to worry -I'm not deppressed,

And certainly I'm not repressed,

And no I'm not (sic) of this,

It's nothing.

Nothing, (the absence of something)

Well maybe life is bliss!

I'm bored like wood,

and...

Just wishing it could,

...end.

Days like waves, of repetition.

End all those days.

Evergoing days of no end.

I love to live and hate to try.

I know I'll live and never die...

Apethetic? Not at all,

I'm accepting life without the fall.