WORK, WORK, WORK

WORK, WORK, WORK

Day after day, week after week seem to blend together
It seems like the days and nights go on forever
This is my new life, I'm married to my job
Work is my girlfriend, that seems a little odd
It's light when I go in and dark when I go out
All I can think about is opening accounts
No time to sleep, no time to eat
No time to even have a chance to speak
No time to read, no time to write
What has become of my creative life?
No day off, there's no such thing as rest
There must be a reason for this madness I guess
Another long day of work has come to an end
No time to relax, tomorrow morning I'll be there again.
©2013 Darryl Mouzone