It's Saturday, again,and I'm wearing sweatpants, again.
Some things always cycle back 'round -- the same with fashion as with anything.
Every night at 2:02AM the sprinklers come stuttering on, chk chk chk chk in the dark,
reminding me that it's time I was asleep.
Immediately following or sometimes coinciding with the sprinklers, the train passes by every
night at 2. I can hear it from my window -- bwoo bwooooo, every night.
Some days it's burdensome -- Another day passed, the same as the day before, and I've only
retraced my steps. Other nights, like tonight, it's comforting: I've completed my daily
journey, like the train, and like everything else, I'm circling back to my station.
The sky I can see from my floor every night appears red tonight. I wonder if it'll be back to black tomorrow.