I awaken for my day job.
Laying in bed
Between the sheets
My clock on repeat
Curling my feet across the bed
Lying up, sighing out loud
My painful eyes
Nobody said how bright the day would be
Now I see my fate
Time to make some money
Funny, how I was late relating to so many
Out there working for every penny
Sometimes at dawn, sometimes so far
Sometimes arriving with a good old sob
As I drive out for my day job.
I’m almost late for my day job.
Zero fucks given
Cut me off will you?
You knew I would relent
Going so far as venting your apathy
Shitty driving skills
How do you fill in the time,
By being such a malignant cancerous tumor?
You’re the reason why bluetooths were invented
You fucking shitty-ass guber
I know it’s not me
Pretty calm, benign
Just planning out my 9 to 5
Ignoring the constant whines
Coworkers glued eyes onto the time
I find my spirit pine for greener pastures
If only a rapture could take me away
To save my youth from being robbed
No longer pretending to be somebody I’m not
I proceed working for my day job.
I cope for my day job.
Downtime, lobbying for passions
Believing pursuit would be forbidden
Believing in stone written lives
Black, crass, tight tie-binds
Fear-laced gross buzzing flies
Hovering throughout our minds
Such lies deny and blind
Of a life outside of work
Shining light lurks
With dear friends arriving at every turn
Tending to our wounds
Sooner or later healing
From our hearts
Red glistening cells feeding
Off our love our bodies most often needing
So little of it left
Such a theft temps those who long for
A journey, a hidden meaning for living
Perhaps once that giant leap is taken
Consider faith forsaking
Destiny calling out to be answered
I wonder as I lay to sleep
If I were to ever notice the call
Luna’s gaze requires submission
With each night I sleep through
I realize with each passing day that I’ve now dropped into
I have transformed my dreams as my true day job.
Another awesome piece by It's Personal core-member, Andy Quintana.