9 to 5

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I can't seem to find the right words to type.
As I lay in my bed after a long night.

Work is boring,
I spend my hours touring,

The same old store in my hometown,
And cater to customers like a sad clown.

There isn’t much to do but try to rest,
After hours of doing my best.

My room is cool and the night breeze rushes in,
And I wait.  For the minute that I’m weak enough to let sleep win.

I dream of things bittersweet,
Of people and places, I’ll never meet.

It’s a sad treat.

After such a monotonous feat.

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