What’s it called?

What’s it called?

When you’ve seen it all happen before

The same old, same old

Just another way

The same lull

The same soft excitement in the further reaches of your mind

The cautious half imagined breath of relief


And if possible!

Even more disappointing than it was before.

What’s it called when you still think maybe… Just maybe not this time.

What’s it called?

Ahh yes…stupidity.