Stuck In Some Boring Place

It's hard to rhyme,
In this place and time,
Where every thing's so bland,
Hardly stimulating my glands,
Where every thing's so mild,
Having nothing that turns me wild,
Where nothing happens out of the norm,
Making me wish I was back where I was from,
Where every thing seems a little crazy,
Bustling with activity it gets a little hazy,
Where everybody parties until the break of dawn,
Totally ignoring our bodies even when we yawn,
Where we sleep during the day to avoid the sun's fire,
And wake up in the night like as if we were vampires!!
Where life's so fast I doubt I'll last,
But it's still better than here where I feel like I'm living in the past!