When you’ve been working 
Going through the daily routine 
Grinding out the same process 
Day after day after day after day
Until you get lost midweek 
Having no idea what day it is 
Is it Wednesday, Tuesday, or Thursday? 
Every hour at your job is one less you 
Have to spend with your loved ones 
One less hour willing to live at all 
On the roughest days at a shithole
Nine to five for Uncle Sam to tax 
Your taxes and tax those too somehow it feels
Living for a mere 48 hours of relief 
There’s got to be something more 
To this life, in this world that’s worth 
Our breath than this