'''''''' Timeoff Poem by .Pd. is here

As the alarm rings, a new day begins
Welcome to the same boring routine.
You spin around like a wooden top
Being turned around by one and all
There's hardly a relief and no way out
Until your body and mind shuts off
And only alternative is to stop.

One in a while when the buzz is dead
And you sit idle for a change,
There's a blank expanse in your head
And the feeling is rather strange;
For free time is a rare commodity,
You have only yourself to keep you busy.
And yet, you find joy in nothing,
Perhaps you've forgotten to enjoy your own company!

(19/01/2008)