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