Different day, same scene.

It is yet another Thursday, another month, another year. The same drift, the same dismantled daily theme follows. Yes, it is a vicious cycle that, as it ends, seems to beam with some hope of change at the end of the daylight break. But, all in all, it is a mere illusion that this change will happen, that it should happen. It questions the absolute truth of it all, whether it should keep on, and whether there is any logic to keep trying to walk the tattered bridge or just set it on fire.