2nd Day

O yeah! I survive another day at work.

Papers that keeps on coming every hour or so, errands, chit chats.

I never looked up at the clock. Then, ding! It’s already one o clock.

Eat with Sir Vic and our other office mate.

Came back to work… Clock keeps ticking.

I want to stop the time that passes by.

I don’t know why.

Maybe I just don’t want to go home tonight.

I don’t want to ride that same old bus.

I don’t want to see that same old spot.

I don’t want to walk in that same old path.

I want to be a workaholic.

I just want to stay there and keep myself busy.

I’m killing myself but I’m happy.

Happy for the fact that for a little moment of time, I feel someone needs me.

Someone appreciates what I am doing.

Someone understands that I’m not yet capable of doing something great.

Tired… yet contended.

Happy… yet incomplete.