awfully awful truth

it's always nice to look out the window,
the moment you awake to see what the world has to show.

You get through your routine, changing and washing up,
preparing for what is a brand new, same daily routine.
You get your breakfast from the kitchen and you leave the house,
meeting the same people every break of dawn,
with their mere existence a sign that everything's just alright, you tell yourself.

You breathe in the fresh air that morning,
knowing very well that a good start to the day is what you want.
You think you are ready to face whatever that is going to be thrown at your this day,
but somehow you're given a slap,
You are tired.

You see the same faces every single morning,
not knowing how exactly they are feeling individually.
You hear the same sounds,
you see the same strong affection some people have with their pets,
wondering what might happen if one leaves the other behind.

Who will leave first?
Will one abandon the other?

You just wish that by closing your eyes,
snatching some sleep back from the boogeyman on your way to work,
everything will be just fine.