NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Four, Poem Eleven

Woke

Morning routine
redundant question
what happened
to the wasted hours?

Count down
to quiet night
some will mstake
solemn for bored.

Someone wants
to call you again
nostalgic over
old drawn dramas.

Tragedy inspires
new trajectories
many manifestos
fester forward.

Have you ever
dreamed wanting
the unwanted 
 all over again?

Life goes on
they go on
they know
they can.