The same routine
Nine to five
Working like robots
Without looking up
Never once looking out of the window
Collecting material items
Never asking why
Never thinking what more is out there
“The Same Routine” is a poem I recently wrote that was inspired by The Little Prince. I’m not sure if you guys are familiar or not with this book. But it’s a book that I hold very near and dear to my heart. This book is something I read when I was younger. A young teenager actually. And it really made an impact on me.
For those of you who are not familiar with The Little Prince, the book is pretty much about a “little prince.” It goes on to describe his experiences and we as the reader are able to view the world through his eyes. The story is also about the relationship the little prince has with his rose. As the reader we are able to learn more about true love and not taking it for granted. As well as respecting a partners boundaries in relationships. It also shows us how as adults we often lose sight of what is important to us. And our lives often lose balance because we fixate on only one thing. Be it work, money or whatever.
That is the part that really struck me because I see that myself. I see adults who have given up on truly living so often. And it’s heartbreaking. Yet there seems to be no escape. As we age, we let go of certain parts of ourselves.
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“The same nine to five,
While in the morning the sun always rise
And in platforms the train always arrive
Without having to look up i’ve come to realize
When nature and technology portray better meanings to life
What have we lost in the midst of life?
The meaning of life.”
An inspiration from you, a continuation of yours if you find it worthy of. Have a good day ☺️
Great to hear your continuation!
Oh yes Pooj – the anathema of the modern life. So unnatural and the epitome of boredom – a wasted life.
A truly wasted life.
We build these protective walls around us transfixing a routine and abiding by it. Sooner or later these high walls shall suffocate us to mental outburst.
I’ve been experiencing mental outbursts since my middle twenties lol ! Life is damn hard -beautiful but hard .
Read my blog and you’ll relate more. Thankyou
I absolutely agree.
Nice piece. So relatable!
Thank you!
Yes our daily routine killing us slowly, well done
It really is messing us up. Thank you!
I love the Little Prince. And I also love this poem.
Thank you!!
Beautiful outcry
Thank you!
I love this! Thank you for posting this piece.
Thank you so much!
The cyclic standard that society has imposed on us.
Exactly.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
THAT 9 TO 5—LEAVES FOLKS BARELY ALIVE—UNTIL QUITTING TIME!
Absolutely agree with that!
Stay O ln Donkey Time 🙂
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Stay On Donkey Time
I have a routine but it has lots of room for a change of a different day. All my days are different, but having the same routine is such a wasted life.
Great poem, it gives some of us a reminder
Erin | http://kittyjadeblog.com
Thank you and yes having the same routine your whole life is a major waste.