it's all the same

i look to the world around me
the people, the things,
are in the same place where i've left 'em
the sounds, the collors,
seem all boringly steady.

i walk on the streets
and everywhere i look i see
the same old houses
the same old trees
the same old dust over this same and old street.

i come home at night
everyday at the same time,
in the same bus,
sitting next to the same people,
holding the same old feellingless "expressions" upon their faces.

everywhere i go
every sound i hear
everything i see
it's the same to me.