Loop

It's only Tuesday

And my feet hurt

It's only Tuesday

And I don't wanna wake up

But I am keeping up 

With the world,

Because I've to keep going 

I'm keeping the world up, rather 

Everyday's in a loop

Countless weeks,

Back to back

In an anxious delusion

Nauseous afternoon traffic

The same billboards, staring down

Lunches and dinners cooked 

And kept away

Nothing is ever new

Honestly, new scares me now

And I don't even remember the old

Stuck in this static repetition 

To pause, 

Is to allow existential bs to take over

So, I'd rather not

But one random Thursday evening

Perhaps at 7:36 pm, say

In a quiet moment in the balcony

Wondering whether to water the plants, or not 

I pause, unconsciously - 

The loop is broken 

And the whole world comes crashing down.