A poem

Everyday it’s the same thing, every night it’s the same sky.
Looking same is not a compliment to those who never thought they could.
Ridiculed the rain drops for years on hold,the long I stood.
.
Routine that pass the day into a night
Restlessness that turn the night into bright
Will someday the better claim be achieved
By someone or you
Who actually believed.
.
Make out the same ends differently this time, can’t I?

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