Sitting here staring at a screen, wasting away,
Thinking of all the useful things I could be doing today.
I wonder how my daughter is, and what she’s doing right now.
I could spend as much time with her, as much as time would allow.
See, I have to work this petty job to make ends meet,
But if I didn’t have to, boy would my life be sweet.
I’d be the best house wife and house mom ever,
Home made dinner every night, house clean and whatsoever
Needed to be done would be done.
I’d be happy and for a while, this game of life would be won.
Instead, here I sit dreaming, trying to pass this time away,
Seeing how much of it I can let transgress seamlessly, everyday.
The weekends just fly by like I’m at work still,
When I want the clock to stop, so I can take it in and get my fill.
Though this is my life, this never ending cycle of work and a little play.
At least I can watch through the glass, all the others just getting their way.
I need to stop this rhyme, before I tear up and my coworkers see,
and think, “Gosh, what a blubbery sow! Let’s just leave her be.”