To begin a trail that maddens the sane
The typical bus and the familiar train,
Begins the monotony that ceases to wane
The targets are high and ambitious,
The concerns immense and conspicuous
Another meal skipped scrambling by the desk,
‘Won’t join you guys for lunch’ came the reluctant text
Three cups of coffee were the saving grace,
To brush off the fatigue of his weary face
That evening again, he missed the shuttle,
Reached his home after braving the bustle
The kids were fed and fast asleep,
His wife kept waiting in her thoughts so deep
The reckless struggle would just not relent,
Deep in his sleep, he chose to lament
What is this life, so full of care!
There is no time to stop and stare!