In a way we’ve all become dull

Our mundane lives make sure we’re all the same

I’m still not full

 

From the daily lull 

Of our differences being our shames

In a way we’ve all become dull

 

Soaking up the used ink instead of what’s in our skulls

I long for the ending of this claim to fame

I’m still not full

 

I don’t know if my push and pull 

Is the result of drawing me in to be tame

In a way we’ve all become dull

 

As the identical cries of gulls

In the most nostalgic way

I’m still not full

 

All we can do is mull

Over the ways we can stop our repetition of this game

In a way we’ve all become dull

But I’m still not full