Lifeless

Suffocating,
breathing without breathing
and living without living.
Moving as if each day
were the same as the day before
and as if everything was a blur.
Nothing exemplary, nothing out of place.
Everything the same
and unchanging.
No uniqueness, nor individuality.
One of many, many of one.
Just one, and nothing more.

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When nothing is different from the past nor the future, what do we strive for? Yearn for? Hope for?