Time

Working almost everday .
Eventhough it's just 9hours a day , the inbetween hours were dreadful & great at times .
But I made it through , some huge problems for me to handle & some minor ones .
Overall it was good , experienced the suspense & joy at the end of the shift .
After work is mostly waiting time for the bus which sometimes takes forever to reach & reaching home to an empty house where I could only be loved by the cats that I have & not getting much chance of the tv remote to myself .
Times like this I wondered 'why , when & how would I want to have a future here when all I do is work ? The studies standards are raised ridiculously even for a young kid who's at the nursery . How can I spend time with loved ones to only find sadness , despair , sufferings , headaches & stressful minds ? How could someone love such a place ? A home which we're still paying for but it's never ours ? Skin colour is chosen ? Speech isn't free to say what's on your mind ?'
As time goes past I realise , this place was never a home to start with , just a place to work & pay until your last breath.