Days go by slow and hollow
Seasons change but I don’t
I remain the same
Quiet and unmoved
Bored of the same old same
Wavering oak roots
Strong but trapped
Grand but feeling small
Never steady and never stubborn
Just the same old same
Uncertain truths yet so predictable
Rain comes and goes as it does
Forever months to follow
Under the same unsteady sky
But every day the same old same
– MaHo Pita