Same Again


What am I to make of a day that ends just like it began?

One step forward, one step back, and another sideways for good measure. No further along, at least I am no longer in retreat.

While evening hours skid into night, the night still labors to find the day. As so often do I.

Yet tomorrow promises to be altogether different.

But in much the same way, no doubt.


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