The circle of routine

Life spins in circles, day to night,
Wake up, then sleep, that's my plight.
Hours blend like colors in a dream,
Why am I the one left to gleam?

All around, life seems to shine,
Don't I deserve some joy, some time?
Trapped within four walls, thick and bare,
Dreaming of freedom, of open air.

The same routine, it bores me so,
I gaze at the sky, whisper, "Why?"
Sleep, eat, repeat, my life's refrain,
Nothing feels right, no joy, no gain.

I ponder, should I seek a saint?
Perhaps my story someone might paint,
As lost, then found, in life's vast sea,
To whirl me round the world, be free.

In this monotony, a hidden gem,
A moment of peace, a laugh, a hymn,
The sun each morning, a new day's light,
Reminds me life's not just about the fight.

For in this quiet, in this still,
There's beauty in the mundane, in the will,
To find the joy in the small, the slight,
To see the stars, feel the night.

So maybe, just maybe, hope's not far,
In the rhythm of life, in each new star,
The same old me, yet not the same,
For within every end, there's a new game.

By Ansh Pandey