Everyday

I wake up to the melodies of the alarm.
Rub my eyes and shake my dreams away.

I lumber here and there.
Typing here scribbling there.
My legs are aching, fingers are numb.

I use laughter to and humor to fill my head.
I scan around for social attachment.

Sometimes I go back to the cycle...
...today I don't.

There has been much struggle, I have yet to come to a conclusion.
Everytime, I wished that it wasn't this hard.