The 8 hour madness
Where time stands utterly still
The clock's incessant ticking
The soul is squirming to get out ,
from beneath the massive weight of....
Tick , tick , tick
The mundane monotony
The hours not worth remembering
The space between drudgery and bliss
The agony between here and there
Where every man believes his worth
Is far greater than his accolade
The final moments drip
with the speed of molasses in January
One can not wait to jump and run
Back to place of happiness , but the clock still...
Ticks and ticks and ticks