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It just turned early morning

Another hot steamy day is dawning,

I am already feeling sticky

From the sweat during last night’s sleeping,

And I got another tough day ahead

I jump under the shower to clear my head,

Grab a tea and a little bit of breakfast

Then I head out for another day,

I feel as if I am a slave

Working and wasting my days away,

Surely life should be more than this

Maybe I should be taking more risks,

Is it time for me to push the creative

So that I can live the life I want to live,

And I know that I’d give anything

To break out of this repetitiveness,

Of giving my all for something that is less

I could be doing more and achieving my best,

But I am caught up in a life I detest

Working every day for a pittance of pay

That wasn’t at my request.