Left, right, up, down.
Running straight, catching up, going fast.
Out of breath, lungs constricting, calves aching.
Checking the time, cursing, running faster.
Stumble, trip, fall.
Getting up, dusting off, go, go, go!
The clock is ticking, time is running out
Big ben strikes seven, five minutes to go.
No time to stop.
Trampling the slow, those not in a hurry.
Catching the bus, avoiding the traffic.
Running to the elevator and ding!
Tired and panting.
Walking towards the little grey desk
Sitting down, groaning, you let out a sigh,
Knowing you'll do it again tomorrow.
