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It started off a routine day
Commencement of an ordinary day
I got through the morning in the usual way
Proceeding through the morning in a typical manner
I caught the bus on time
Catching the bus on schedule
Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
Greeting the bus driver and requesting to drive
As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
Sitting inside, wrapped in an overcoat, holding a cane
And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane
Looking out of the foggy window
Ho hum
Expressing boredom or indifference
The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
Describing a monotonous and uninteresting life
Midday comes
Reaching midday
I break for lunch
Taking a break for lunch
With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
Eating a sandwich and having a beer based on intuition
To the park where I hope to find
Going to the park with the hope of finding peace of mind
A little bit of peace of mind
Seeking tranquility
As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
Sitting on a bench among the busy crowd
I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
Experiencing a sudden, unexplained sensation
But then as quickly disappeared again
The sensation quickly appearing and disappearing
So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game
Raising a question about the purpose of participating in life's challenges
With so much to lose yet so little to gain
Highlighting the imbalance between potential losses and gains
You sell your life away
Commenting on selling one's life
Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog
Comparing oneself to a cog working tirelessly
You trade your future for a dead-end job
Trading the future for a mundane job
That's full of routine days
Describing a life filled with routine days
Routine days
Repetition of routine days
I race the clock to the end of my day
Racing against time until the end of the day
The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
Feeling content with a paycheck in hand
But was it worth the grind
Questioning the worth of the daily grind
Just to keep from falling behind
Keeping up to avoid falling behind
I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
Standing in line behind someone smoking a cigar
My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars
Reading a book about Mars to pass the time
Humdrum
Expressing monotony or boredom
And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes
Waiting on a pier for Charon, a figure from mythology associated with the afterlife
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