16 April 2012
Where do the hours between five and eleven go? Have to get to bed for work tomorrow,
On the way I see the same faces, Not one to offer a smile, Who am I to complain, When I am just the same,
Five hours in and I'm on auto pilot, Locked inside these four walls, The shutter goes up and I get a glimpse of the outside world, Wishing I could be anywhere else,
I really don't know much about anything, But what I do know is there is more than this, I always seem to do more work than play, Oh well, it's just another normal day.
A Normal Day • Opuss № I