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Joined: 20 Feb 2007 Posts: 1058
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Location: Multan, Punjab, Pakistan
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Posted: Dec 06, 2007 Topic Views : 330 Post subject: Workoholic |
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An alarm wakes me up
My closed eyes beg for sleep.
I flinch as I look outside
Another bright day has begun.
The day moves on fast
And I happily flow with it.
I dread an empty home in the evening
When my soul weeps for more work.
I stare at the snappy television
Mindlessly following the news
About people I don’t care about
Listening to different point of views.
My computer is my soul-mate
One that fills my endless emptiness
Being there for me all the time,
Helping to pass my life, so pointless.
I grow restless, trying to find a reason
That would make me feel busy
I’m scared of time I might lose,
I’d rather lose this thought in my work.
Longing to be someone in a park
Happily wasting his time, I go melancholic
I confess to my all-knowing heart
I am a god-forsaken workaholic.
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