Modern sight of working

Things look the same...
Hammering the same nails...
Waking from the same stained floor...
Knowing every move yesterday...
the feelings are not seen...
The face always smiles...
with a passive grin...
Is this how it plays out...
Always ending the day, as a last summers night...
Sweating like sin...
When there was no crime...
Vice was giving defintion with sin...
Just for the change...