I ask you- What do you think of day after day life? Does it have a point? Should it have a point? We do things day in day out. Go to school or work, eat, laugh, run, sleep, watch TV, rinse repeat. Isn't there a point where you stop to say maybe I should try something else for a change? Work, play run, walk...rinse repeat.

They say that history inevitably repeats itself and that history repeats itself inevitably. Makes you think of dominoes. You take a good bunch of them and stand them up, one behind the other. You make a line, sometimes curving it. Soon you (or your friends, if any) might knock one or some of them down, sending the whole line falling over each other. So, you pick them up and line them up again. The get knocked down, you line them up. Finally, you have the perfect line...Then what? You knock them down, just to watch them topple each other. Rinse repeat...

A bit anticlimactic and pointless don't you think? But like everyday life, you pick them up and do it again. And again. And again until you don't or can't do it again. Oh, what now? You do it AGAIN. Rinse repeat...Although...I never said it was a bad thing...Would you say it is? He would. She would. They would. They would. I'm repeating myself aren't I? Like a broken record that can't be fixed. Where's the toolkit? Why don't you fix it?

No. Don't fix it. You can't make the record stop repeating itself. Because when you do, life will rip in half. You can't fix life. So life continues like a burning flame that keeps going and going and going. Keep going my friend, keep going. It is like a white space. No matter how much you stare you can't find an end to vast white space. No "the white ends here" sign, it just keeps going.

I could go on forever and ever and ever about going on forever and ever and ever. But you're starting to get annoyed at me saying the same things over and over. But to understand fully the meaning of my point, I shall now repeat it again...

I ask you what- What do you think of day after...

And I shall repeat it again and again and again until the word 'again' loses meaning. I'll wait awhile and begin again. "Why don't you stop?" you're probably thinking. Why should I? Am I sounding like I'm repeating myself? Ha. Even the word 'repetition' has repetition within itself. Two e's, two t's, two i's. Just like the sky. Why always blue? Why not red? Purple would be nice too.

How long can I go on before you stop reading this. But I won't be silenced; I won't be the only one. There will be others and others. And this poem will continue and continue until words lose meaning, time loses meaning, white spaces lose meaning...Until LIFE loses meaning...

...Rinse repeat...