Mundane Mundane Mundane

Late to bed, late to rise,
Living like the not- so- wise.
Life between these four walls,
Planning all my texts and calls.

Take the same road every day,
You don’t exist or are far away.
You might help me break my rut,
I first have to find you but.

Seasons are changing,
Time renders me aging.
Still no you in sight
By myself I’m alright.

I want more than just ok,
Things might be better that way.
I fear we may never meet,
And you’re life will be just as sweet.