Where was that place we were at,
do you know or have you forgotten too,
we do the same things all the time,
nothing new,
you call it comfortable,
I am starting to find it robotic,
we did it this way so,
we do it the same way again,
and again,
nothing new,
and then we start to do it once more.
Walter C. Edwards
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-new-24/
