The Monotony

The creaking noise of the fan

Pervading the stillness

Of the sultry sluggish summer afternoon

The sun shining at its peak

Reflecting the leafy shadow on my cheek

As I sit by the window

Contemplating the monotony

While the balmy breeze

Comforts my glistening sweat

I summon my thoughts

I reckon my memories

Will I ever break the monotony?

I confront, cascade and escape

But it still comes back to me

As if it was meant to be

I give up and reconcile

Guess we all do

And seek harmony

In the good old monotony.