mundane affairs,

foul from standing.
weeks seem to be made out of routine days.
even when i'm left with my last breath.
even when i'm drop dead tired,
i just dun feel lyk slpin.
pushing to e max, not.
trying to break the routine, yes.

to weary by dullness, tedious repetition, unwelcome attentions

todae,
i didn't add extra.
afterall,
its just a routine.
isn't it ?