the grind
working weeks are long and drab
they seem to never end
you run in circles five days straight
then monday start again
try as you might to spice things up they stay so very plain you rise, you eat, you work, you sleep then do it all again
though weekends mean to be more fun the job’s taken a toll too tired to raise a toast all night you crawl back to your hole
and buried with the bulbs dimmed low mere sleep becomes your goal ’til monday’s work awakens in your heart a gaping hole
try as you might to spice things up they stay so very plain you rise, you eat, you work, you sleep then do it all again
though weekends mean to be more fun the job’s taken a toll too tired to raise a toast all night you crawl back to your hole
and buried with the bulbs dimmed low mere sleep becomes your goal ’til monday’s work awakens in your heart a gaping hole
