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Life's Mundane Melancholy

In the ocean of ho-hum and humdrum,

Where sails unfold with muted strum,

A canvas painted in shades so dead,

Dull and dreary, where dreams have fled.


Tiresome echoes in monotony's grip,

A drab existence, a captain without a ship,

Tame and tired, in the mundane sea,

A voyage lost in mediocrity.


Commonplace whispers in the air,

Everyday moments boatswain to bear,

Uninteresting tales that fail to spark,

Banality reigns in the silent dark.


Prosaic verses of a worn-out song,

Boring rhythms that linger too long,

Tedious dances in a jejune trance,

A landscape trapped in an uninspired stance.


Find within the ordinary a subtle grace,

That flicker of potential in this stagnant space,

For in the depths of the seemingly plain,

Lies the power to break free from the chain.


Hopes and tides weave a tale beyond the tame,

Ignite the fire and kindle the flame,

Turn the page of the dull and the dry,

Find the extraordinary beneath the sky.

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