Day after day
morning to evening
doing nothing
thinking a lot
dreaming dreams
waiting for something to happen
a miracle a meeting
a gift straight from Heaven
staring blank at the skies
the roof, the walls, and the floor
watching people do their chore
eating, sleeping at fixed hours
waking up to no cheer
to face reality with a twinge
mass of seaweed
tossing about in the waves
with the waves
ennui.
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