Monotony

I feel monotony and death to be the same - Charlotte Bronte

After long I decide to write a bit,
To break free from this routine shit.
I think hard to make this interesting,
To my dismay, I find not, a single thing.
Surprised, I wonder, whats wrong with me?
I shrug to say, how boring at times can I be.
Days come and go, like waves on a shore,
With nothing new thats not happened before.
Life drags on as time flies by,
No wonder all times I feel blue.
Longing for a change, helpless I sigh,
How much more of this deja vu?
Tomorrow will be no surprise, you see,
Ive done it a million times, its monotony.