Quick, turn the blaring alarm off before he stirs.
Rush to shower, dress, do chores, time is ticking before you are late, but you’re early for another day of the same.
You watch the clock and wait until the hours tick by and the day is done
Just because it’s work because if it was good or filled with love, you wouldn’t want it to end.
When it’s all over though, you will have watched all of these days drift away all because you needed to work for a purpose, or what you thought was important or worth it.
You only work to afford all the things that you think that you need but do we really need any or half or a quarter of what it all is?
Could we downsize and minimize and compromise and possibly help one another a little bit more in this world so we all didn’t have to…