3:55 in the afternoon [2001]

It was 3:55 in the afternoon,
and there was nothing left to look forward to.
all the dreams had been accomplished
    or grown obsolete,
all the information and knowledge
    that could be absorbed
        had been exhausted,
all the games and toys lost their luster,
    the beer fallen flat,
        the food bland,
            the weather taciturn,
all the birthdays and holidays crying softly
    in their sleep,
        and the remnants of guests
            long disappeared
                over the horizon.

And, now that it was 4:01,
he couldn't think of anything but
all the years he had wasted,
    roaming from city to city,
all the eating and drinking
    and working
        and paying rent,
all the meeting people
    and leaving people,
        the cities the same
            and buildings the same,
all the people in all the cities
    with different names
        and different faces,
            but beneath their skin,
                all the same.