fauxcroft

Struggling day to day with bills, working long hours that make you ill, sustaining your health while relying on pills, then watch your bosses getting their fill. Working shift patterns early mornings then lates, you have no energy to help you create, something that may show your talents to all, when you get home off to sleep you fall and the stories then went through your head at work, have now left your memory and it drives you berserk, a full time professional writer doesn’t have to contend with this and you wonder if your opportunity has been missed, anyway the alarm has sounded, so I drag myself from bed, I get dressed and race out to my job instead, of getting breakfast there’s no time for that and you wonder why I feel and say that this life is crap.