Scrawling Into Monotony

Days pass by,
Like trees on a road trip,
And nothing changes,
Won’t change in a whip..

You see your days going by,
Fruitless and tiring,
Aimless perspiring..
You loathe it, can’t deny..

The next day will be better,
The next day I’ll be strong,
But guess what?
The next day never comes along..

The ebullience I miss,
I miss the fun,
When everything that meant something,
Was easily done..

Don’t know what drained me,
Of the zeal I felt,
Hope that I’ll fix it,
The momentous thing to be dealt with..