Where did my life go ?
It
seems the fabric of time has developed a crack,
and
through it, I seem to be falling.
Every
day, work, work keeps on calling
and
my days melt, one into the other,
no time
to do all I must cover.
Hours
are so few
For
all I have to do.
Very
little to remember of this one’s day
For
they are all the same.
No
longer a life, no time for play !
Work,
work, work is the frame
of reference,
routine of little variation
is
my life, sometimes a little creation.
This
is where my life has gone !
Work,
work, work and nothing beyond.
It
has penetrated, permeated my dreams.
Work,
work, work, no escape it seems ?
June 3rd 2012
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