Maybe?

My days are mundane,Same routine driving me insane,

The same people and stories day after day,Keep me screaming in my head “GO AWAY”

I’m like a black hole empty and dark, I need some light to ignite my spark.

I feel like I stand out like a clown to a bull, In a sea of cubes I look miniscule.

This may be the calm before the storm, Its violence unearthed reaching out in a swarm.

Or it could just be the same as yesterday,
Mundane, insane driving me to complain.

The same day I forgot because it was monotonous,
Time so shallow, languid, and ambiguous.

Maybe tomorrow will change, What I have now was my dream from such a young age.
I had no idea life carried such a hefty wage.

I will find myself and pick him up, He is down and from all the bad luck.

Look for the ghosts and demons they will be looming over him, Look there, he is alone, vulnerable, cold, frightened in a fetal position

Cold stones appear to have bruised him, broken him down,
Help pick him up, hold him close enough to feel his heart pound.

Tomorrow will be the same as yesterday, My ghosts and demons will have it no other way.

Mundane, insane, driving me to complain,Welcome to my mind on one of these days, Maybe we can enjoy tomorrow without decay?.