The Routine

As the dark night decends upon us,
I wonder what was supposed to happen this day,
what shall happen tomorrow,
and if it'll be predictable in some way.

Wake up to blinding daylight shocking me awake,
say "Goodmorning, have a good day!",
go through the daily rut of morning routine,
all along wondering if this day will be okay.

Walk through the crammed halls watching other go,
settle into a boring class as we always have to do,
deal with the annoying people that can't shut up,
and hope that something good today will happen a new.

Go home to silence as I wait for someone to come home,
contemplating what things I should do while I wait,
do something productive or something worth nothing,
doesn't matter if they come home up in my room I'll take.

Leave the safety of my room when called in disturbance,
go see what's up then go back,
wait for a while then try to go to sleep,
hope for a day that excitement won't lack.