Every morning my eyes grow heavier.
That stupid alarm clock won’t stop ringing.
If I get out of bed I’m fucked. If I stay in bed I’m very fucked.
I love being alive.
Every breakfast I’m a little less prepared.
That damn lunchbox doesn’t fill itself.
If I make myself food I’ll be late. If I’m late, I’m fucked.
I love having a job.
Every drive I feel more tired.
That shitty commute doesn’t get any shorter.
If I fall asleep I’m going to crash. At least I’d get some sleep after that.
I love going to work.
Every clock-in I am alone.
That old store doesn’t open itself.
If I don’t show up I’ll lose my job. I need it to pay my bills.
I love being in charge.
Every day is the same.
That long workday never changes. I do this, I do that, and then I go home.
If I didn’t I wouldn’t have a home to go to. I am grateful for that.
I love living in the modern world.
Every night flies by too fast.
That’s something I hate so bad. I see my fiancé, my friends, or my pets for only a second.
If I could see them longer I’d be happier. That would be nice.
I love the little time I have with them.
Every time I think about my daily routine I wonder.
Is that all there is for me in life?
If I try to change my path would it be worth my time? Is there a new pattern that I could call my life?
Is taking a risk worth a try?
I hope you understand I love my life, but I wonder if I could love it more sometimes.
Everyday I fade a little more.
That’s something I can’t ignore.
If I don’t do something soon, I’ll disappear. I see it everyday as I look in my mirror.