Workdays

Sometimes we’re flying along
Getting along
And I come home
Knowing something I didn’t know before.

Sometimes the bodies abound
Wrecks all around
And I turn around
Feeling I’ll never get through.

Sometimes we’re going so fast
By inches we pass
And I feel it won’t last –
What’s keeping disaster at bay?

But day in and day out
Mostly we get there
Mostly we fit there
This place called commute
This life that we live
On workdays.

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2 Responses to Workdays

  1. aimbe_hq says:

    It is a great idea and promptly

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