[Poem] river of a thousand deaths

I wake up.
again and again,
doing the same things,
like a robot on repeat,
with a single task programed into his core,
and I expect every day to be different.

Every day is different,
the river of time is unchanged,
but it’s waters are not the same.
Emotions, another one every day,
different, but the feelings are the same,
Like layers of an onion,
some are big, some are small,
but in the end,
all of them make you cry.

I wake up everyday,
and I dive into the river of time,
this river of a thousand deaths,
I die and and I am born again,
and again,
Same person,
but different.

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