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The night before I set my clock to mark the place it time

The point of when I must get up and start the daily grind

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I fall asleep in hope that maybe night time brings me rest

Yet all along I know the next day comes and so the test

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It starts at 6 the alarm bell sounds but I will not get up

I stretch my arm to touch the ground where sits my little clock

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I stop the sound and drifting back to sleep with thoughts in mind

I know that even though I sleep the bell will soon remind

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So yet again it sounds its noise I struggle to my side

With one arm bent at elbow I will lift my head inclined

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My partner always up before me serves my cup of tea

It's then I try to look alive and try to show I'm pleased

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With rhythmic motions of my eyes I check my watch for time

Each minute that goes ticking by is stretched within my mind

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I take some pills to dull the pain or maybe dull my thoughts

Then standing up I step into the corporate suite I bought

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With trousers on and top half bare I reach the bedroom door

Then walking down the landing hall with carpet covered floor

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The bathroom, ahh a place of light that tells me how to be

The mirror leads my mind to think what others want to see

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A place to brush my hair and teeth to rearrange my face

A place of great importance when I need to run in hast!

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Ok, I now descend the stairs and head towards the door

A porthole to the world outside to find out what's in store

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I reach the car and sort of drop inside with words like β€œdamn!”

The kind of things old people say, you said you won't become

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It's then you realise the very thing that drives you mad

That annoying deaf and stupid thing you know, your mum and dad

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So after you have weaved your way through jams of car filled kids

You kept your cool and stayed quite calm and didn't flip your lid

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Just then some stupid woman with a giant lolly pop

Jumps out between the cars and drives the traffic to a stop

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The kids now cross the road and seem to notice how you feel

They watch your hand begin to squeeze and grip your steering wheel

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At last you reach your work the place that caused you all this stress

This is the place they say's the reason why you're so depressed.

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Its also where the money comes to pay off all the bills

That reminds me on my lunch to buy another pack of pills

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I set my brief case on the desk, switch on my PC too

Displayed are things from yesterday the things I didn't do

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And why then is it that I do each day all that I've said

Well maybe it's with all this crap I know we can't be dead!

By Colin T Mercer

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