Ready to cut in
An empty mind
That tries to rest in peace,
There always is a daily grind
That keeps you on your knees.

But when you like your chore,
You can’t get bored,
You are working all the time,
You are waddling through
Every list you made,
As they squabble and unwind.

You are rowing through
Every file you stowed
In the folder of your head,
The numbers they often
Jump up on desk,
Making you forget –

What silence was like,
The lap of life
Where you rested all your day,
There was nowhere to rush
Nowhere to go,
It was where you would often pray,

For big things in life,
For big wings to fly
And outreach the human sway,
And never for once
Did it cross your mind,
What could write your daily pay,

While the notes you had
Flew to the winter cloud,
Through the window of the day,
You are drinking work
Every day and night,
And yet it’s not okay.

For every habit is
An addict time,
Another rehab traits,
In the outside world
Where your car is parked,
And your chauffeur awaits.