repeating repeating repeating

feels like as i'm writing i'm repeating the same thing
doesn't matter when i write
winter summer fall or spring
morning noon
dusk or night
always the same thing i write

every little couplet
every last disjointed string
always i repeat myself
always always the same thing
always always the same thing

just repeating
just repeating
always always just repeating

not a thought original
yes its always the same thing

am i just stuck in a rut?
have i just lost my way?
do i think i can escape?
has my mind been lead astray?

i don't have the answers
not to questions i implore
do not know the future
no idea whats in store

always just repeating
always saying the same thing
every little couplet
every last disjointed string

maybe i am just a bore
maybe just my heart is sore
as i lay upon the floor
i may be just a bore
just repeating
i'm a bore

thats all i have in store
maybe just that
i'm a bore