The Blah's

Day in, day out
Both women & men
Work, eat, sleep
Just to do it again

Night turns to morning
And morning to night
Then back to morning again
With no end in sight

I call it the 'blah's'
That feeling I get
When nothing's quite wrong
But I still sit and fret

Fret about nothing
Just sit feeling blue
For no reason at all
Can't quite explain it to you

It'll pass in a bit
I guess it usually does
Till the next week or month
Month? Maybe that's what it was...