The Funk

Into a funk
I have sunken.
The days,
all the same.
Nothing changes.
Nothing surprises.
Over and over,
all the same.
The monotony is driving me insane.
I fight it,
the insanity.
But maybe I should let it win.
If I did,
it would matter not
the day, the week, the hour.
Simply allow it to devour
the few marbles I have left.
And sink into the other world
inside my head,
where the changes are plenty,
surprises are many
and the adventures never stop.