Everyday Poem by dun one

Everyday gotta find the new way to sing the same old song
Folks entice me to think
Hard times coming at the brink
Hell it could send me in a new direction
She thought a measly thought and began to sink into an array of pillows
Turning away from the table leaning side to side
Melting into pathetic patterns of speech
Everybody’s playing the part of somebody else
Amidst all the bright lights I cant even find myself