A broken record on repeat– spinning
wildly skipping the same cracks
in the pavement under our tired feet.
Every Tuesday the same boring beige–
where’s the variation?
So we add a shake of hot sauce,
the spice of life we so desperately crave.
Pick a different breakfast or a different street
but still we meet at the same end-of-day.
I think I’ll book a flight to Asia,
blame it on the heat of the moment
when people ask me why,
and see if I can’t break the cycle.
Because it’s Tuesday
—with thanks to the cast/crew of Supernatural