Another normal day
veiled in the brewing rain
as it tickles the Earth with its harsh claws
abusive like a human
gentle like a human
I sit still gazing, gazing
when I hear voices urging me
to get up, do some work
to not sit musing
about things that doesn’t matter
but I don’t move a muscle
my bones are weak
from repetition
from advices
from tedious routines
they drain me as I stroll
feet kissing the cooling stones
marked with prints of forgotten feet
still trying to fit into the mold
