A Sad Rant

sad rant This day, when you know this day will be like the prior day When you wake up and the dream you dreamt was dull as the day ahead and your breakfast is an apple and coffee drunk from the same mug your wife gave you last Christmas. When you wake up and find the truth is relative belongs to the receiver and the only show in town are propaganda relentlessly called from every news outlet till your head spin When you know, everything you write has been written before better than your pitiful efforts that are fuzzes of great people musings through the ages. Yet here you are in a world where you are out of toothpaste the water in the shower is lukewarm, and where is the towel I have soap in my eyes, am I, like the man, who fought windmills doomed to think I can make a difference?