Another Day in the Office

No quiet respite for me today,

instead the pressures crept

into my spine of servitude;

my brow bled beads of sweat.

With no mentor I can turn to,

my inner strength has left.

Now days seem vast as oceans;

my problems fill their depths.

No sweet relief for my tired eyes

from sluggish, heavy air.

I sit upon his well-worn seat,

and fight the urge to care

‘Bout never ending work-streams,

and what my colleagues think

of past actions soaked in whiskey;

my dark side’s favourite drink.

But all things change, they do not last;

this cycle never ends.

Fourteen years I’ve lived like this,

lived like this my friend.

No stopping now, it’s all I know;

a life of constant toil.

I praise the "what’s" and curse the "how’s"

then chill my blood that’s boiled.

And so I leave to travel home,

my mode of transport’s train.

No turning back to face my day,

the hours have turned to rain.

And so I leave to travel home,

I’m soaking from the rain.

Retreat towards an early start,

then wake, repeat again.

Retreat towards an early start,

then wake, repeat again.

Tomas Bird - Hot Moon 2015