There once was a man

who relived the same day

over and over again.

Every word. Every action.

Every face. Every routine.

He watched them all happen

in their expected times

in their expected places

in their expected states.

Day after day.

Night after night.

No matter what he did, his fate stayed the same.

Not even death could part him from it.

He would always find himself

in the same time

in the same place

in the same state.

The world just spun

round and round.

Nothing was lost.

Nothing was gained.

Nothing mattered.

All he knew was that the next day

he had to start all over again.