everyday of my life
I see all the same things
weighty at my desk
pen and papers far and wide
applicants are lining up
hoping to seize a job
visitors keep coming in
trying to obtain their meaning
the piles of work I receive
makes me realize my role in the scenes
the more people I get to know
the better person I will become tomorrow
works don’t seem to be ending
they are constantly coming
but this proves only one thing
I am not just a piece of thing
who just sits, stands and prattles
until the day’s over
each time spend
is a tiring accomplishment
whether in idleness or diligence,
in swift palaver or gossiping,
energy is also seeming
for every laxity and acumen,
tolerance and irritation,
failures and fulfillment,
deadlines and extensions
still energy is seeming
not once I thought of taking a leave
even for a week
just to feel the breeze
or pamper myself with dreamlike being
like a honcho who behest directly
so I could relate
to my boss’s demanding ways
just for a week, a seven-day break
of taking some time-out
that I denied myself after I graduated
Eww work! I'm always up to my neck with work. I guess, I'll be eternally swamped with it, although sometimes, work is therapeutic for me.