Wake, shake, brain in haze
Same page, same face, same place
Sun rays raid through the blinds I face
Run that road — life’s copy-paste

Snap back, half-track, caffeine splash
Fast path, math stack, crash and dash
Mind map traps where the thoughts just clash
Words overlap like a data flash
Toothpaste taste, glass fog trace
Phone vibrates, I lose that race
Text chains blaze through the feed’s embrace
Whole damn world in a screen’s small space
Bus lane hum, brain drum roll
Bassline numb, my pulse patrol
Every stop sign feels déjà-soul
Rhyme so tight it can’t unfold

Desk lamp glare, stare through glass
Click-clack keys, I fake that class
Boss talk trash with a forced-out laugh
While my head writes tracks on a graph-line path
Midday haze, take five, replay
Pen bleed ink like a sharp cliché
Dreams half-awake in a lunch café
Still loop that thought like a breakaway
Notes on napkin, mind reenacts
Rhymes collapse into syntax cracks
Code in soul where the groove distracts
Life’s a beat — I remix facts

Same frame every day
But I still find a way
To feel okay
When the noise fades
Same frame every night
Still under that light
I chase my line
Till I feel right

Back home zone, tone half-drained
Door clicks shut — thoughts unchained
Headphones bleed, the beat ingrained
Words start sprinting through my brain
Mic check breath, life’s cold steam
Room light low, but the mind still gleams
Each rhyme built like a nested dream
Truth unfolds in the in-between
Dinner plate cools, news loops stale
Clock ticks down on a fragile scale
Still I script these bars like Braille
Everyday tale — same holy grail

Same chair, same stare, same air
Still swear there’s gold somewhere
Monotone prayers, coded care
But peace hides deep in the wear and tear

Same frame every day
But I still find a way
To feel okay
When the noise fades
Same frame every night
Still under that light
I chase my line
Till I feel right

Blink, breathe, repeat, reload
Each day hums its hidden note
Loops collapse yet still explode
Same frame, still in control