The Open Canvas [Poetry]

The Joy of Work

I'm here bored, having nothing to do.
Being seduced by sleep, sooner or later I'll have to give in to you.

But I have to get things done.
Then again, nothing has come.

Why do I have to do this five times per week?
Then again, at the end I will see the ultimate peak.

But for now, I sit here listening as the time slowly passes by.
Sometimes I'm forced to supress a solemn cry "Why!"

Here a minute is a hour that never comes quickly.
O.M.G I'd say this is utter cruelty.

I savour the moment during my one hour break.
For rushing back into that office would be a terrible mistake.

Working, I have thought would be somewhat fun.
Damn, this comes to show that I was really dumb.