Waking up and running
Picking, tidying, cleaning
Throwing trash out of doors
Running errands, rushing to stores
Day passes doing petty things
As it ends, fatique sets in
Night brings an ominous threat
Work still pending, break a sweat
Bedtimes are spent wondering
Done so soon, surely forgetting
Ringing alarm makes me edgy
Again the same, again fatique
Tis not the work leading to burden
Tis not the tasks, in case you wonder
But the monotony of life itself
Makes you cringe and ask for help
Weary with exhaustion
I long for a change
Let this day be different
Let this day not be the same
Filled with zest, I wanna live life
Take new challenges, not just survive
Help, do something, make me feel alive
Don't wanna be dead long before I die
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