As I drive through the same old streets,
as I walk on the same old pavements,
as I see back the same old faces,
as I read through the same old notes,
as I face this routineness again and again,
these feelings of deja vu,
as though the past is repeating itself,
but a look at the calendar,
a different day it is,
a different day,
but of the same old...
