You go to bed and dread tomorrow
And pray to God to save your soul
The night is short you wish is long
You stay awake in the silent night
The morning routine is like a mountain to carry
There’s no appetite for milk and honey
Finally you hit the tired road
And wish the traffic will never end
At least to see more trees forever
In no time the longest journey is over
You stand silently near the office door
With copious vacuum occupying your thoughts
Your fingers reach for the tired door ****
Its gentle screech is the loudest volcano
In your ears alone it erupts with a bang
Carving more mountains and pointed hills
The day begins and never ends
It ends but feels like it just began
Your greatest fears are those of tomorrow
To wake up again and return there
A4 Sheets look like giants slaughter tables
Ballpoint pens pierce the air like a sword
Rulers remind you of the riders Cain
And files pile up like judgment papers
Your day runs wild like war in Wakanda
You barely have an air to breathe
Boss on your neck, he demands a hundred
One mistake is seen as the worst ******
And your achievements are never given a medal
Adding oxygen to your flaming heart
The day finally ends yet sorrow prevails
With thoughts of tomorrow clouding your brain
I know a friend who works in the sky
With thousands of angels surrounding his desk
The work place must be people friendly.