Boring Nights, Tense Days

*bow*

Just me in a screen

In a quiet home

Of poem about nights and days

I write in this poem

An endless routine

Of meaningless proportions

No flow to break

No tasks for abortions

This is my time

This is my phase

 This is me

In nights and days.

The nights, I face boredom

In this suburban cage

The days, I face tension

An endless phase

The nights, I dream

To go out to the city

The days, it's a daymare

Improbable to do, 's a pity

The nights, I'm as lightning

Instincts for a dance

The days, I feel tired

In a zombie trance

At nights I feel restless

And I don't know why?

The days I urge the need to

But I work on by

The nights, my mind is empty

So much to waste

The days, relaxed and rushed

No time to haste...

Some nights I wander

To the empty bulblit streets

Everyday I just want to

Snuggle in my bedsheets

And I just feel so bored

In a nightly way

And I can feel the rush

In every single day

And that was it

Nothing more

Not a little bit

To explore

About the things

I do on ways

In this poem

Of my nights and days.

Boring Nights, Tense Days

*bow*