Life is routine, only if you have work to keep you floating.
Monday becomes quite a burden to me,
Getting on my feet and having things okay;
It is a requirement that I have to pay,
If I don’t want troubles getting on my way.
Eight hours work that’s where I’ll be,
Leaving hours of fun for an activity;
Dealing with paid job to get security,
That’s a better option than obscurity.
So no matter how I get the boredom,
Doing the same thing for years to come;
A feeling that I’m forever in conundrum ,
At least I will not starve to face the outcome.
Two to three hours a day is just what I need,
Back to the writing and having my thoughts freed;
It is a feeling that I could still proceed,
Having work and hobby to help me succeed.
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