Monotony - Willis Earl Beal

Monotony is so over me

It merge with me

It can’t hurt me

Though it’s empty, never windy

I’m just strollin' around in monotony

In monotony

In the eye of a storm

It appears I was born

I had taken the form

At 12 o' clock in the morn

Never quite touchin', no

But never touchin' the ground

Half full and empty, my cup

Always just hangin' around…

They ask me «how do you do?»

I tell them that I don’t know

They say to go get a clue

I ask them «where do I go?»

Could it be malaise?

Or am I depressed?

Just a life-long phase

I am not indirect

Don’t consider me blessed

But don’t consider me cursed

In this chaotic mess

I guess that it could be worse

I know it could be worse

Monotony is so over me

It merge with me

It can’t hurt me

Though it’s empty, never windy

I’m just strollin' around in monotony

In monotony