'Tis some day
I look at the box of light
I look at the rectangular object of light
That I can touch, always within reach
I keep looking at them, staring
Even though it bores me
What am I doing? What am I waiting?
Why do I keep doing the same thing everyday?
When will I stop?
Will someone save me from this habit,
This summer day?
Or will I just continue this habit of such meaningless
Loneliness and isolation?
Well there is always tommorow, many people say
But is that true?
Will this habit ever break?