even though
Even though the world becomes a repetition
the same trees, the same gravel
the same, same, same electric lines
that seem to stretch into infinity
its enough, to sit on this steel bridge
feel the rust, scrape into the insides
of my fingernails.
The river, bubbling, the drunken way
this river always spoke endlessly
to no one, in particular
I sigh, because its my best response
Watching the purple sky, slowly turn blue
The air slightly warm
Even though today feels so much like yesterday
Todays, the day ill run