Woke up at six this morning
Did the same thing yesterday
As I put on my shoes preparing
Wonder if it will the same today?Same old path I walked yesterday
Same old clouds of a dull, pale gray
With church bells ringing the same way
I knew it would be the same todayToday I sat on the same old chair
It's leather still with the same old tear
During my break, around I stare
My yesterday is still everywhereFolks often ask me why am I unhappy
I get what I want, have rarely a worry
I keep wondering why they cannot see
This isn't who I am, or who I want to beI want to spread my wings, spread them wide
To saddle the wind for an endless ride
And row down a river, a sea or a stream
Far to the place where I'll find my dreamI want to climb mountains, climb them high
Till I reach their peaks where earth meets sky
And slide down a rainbow as in tales of old
And find on the end a pot of goldI want to go aboard and sail a ship
Far to the shores where I will seek
And worn from travel I'll till the lands
Where dreams don't die from wicked handsI want to wear a dress of pink and frills
And strap on my feet some lovely heels
And dance at a ball with kings and queens
And find in the gardens a waiting princeHeaded for home this evening
Stopped by the store on my way
The same women still gossipping
Of the same gossip yesterdayHitting my bed for the morning
I clasped my hands and pray
"Lord, let it be better tomorrow
Different from yesterday."
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Yesterday
PoetryEveryone gets those long stretches of time when everyday is the same. "Same shit, different day", as the saying goes. You try to do things differently, but sometimes you have no freedom to. I felt so stuck for a long time, no matter how much I gave...