RETIRED
I wake up in the morning,
I fall asleep at night.
Each day the hours in between,
Tick slowly out of sight.
Every day just like the last,
A string of yesterdays.
No different than tomorrow,
The same in every way.
Can’t think abut the future,
Or contemplate the past.
Monotony has gotten me,
Trapped with this plot and cast.
It seems I’m in a movie,
Or repetitious play.
I feel just like Bill Murray.
Its fucking groundhog day!
