The 9-5 grind!

Another day, another dollar is the term they use,

But working 9-5 is a way we all lose.

Chasing money to pay bills is the life we live,

Day after day our life falls through a sieve.

Evenings are our own time, but we're too tired,

For fun I suppose, but this went the moment I was hired.

Gone are the days of hopes and dreams,

How we fell for the corporate regimes.

I find myself becoming robotic,

Joining the workforce, I no longer think!

Killing me slowly as it drains my joy,

Looking for the sparks that it can destroy.

Motivation is becoming harder to find,

No matter how hard I search my mind.

Only I can get out of this mess,

Pummeling my way out of all the stress.

Queuing each day for my morning drink,

Reminds me again that I no longer think,

Standing there completely numb,

Thought has gone and I feel dumb.

Under all the bills and workload I crumble,

Vocalising this is impossible, my words stumble,

Working day to day, barely managing to cope,

Xraying my feelings to search for hope.

Yet I continue with this meaningless work day,

Zombie is now the only look I display.