The dates are all wrong,
I am mis-counting the days,
That pass in a blurr.
Meetings without meets,
Are ings I really don’t like,
But they continue.
I struggle to breath,
Under the dead weight of work,
That just loads and loads.
As complex as simple is.
The dates are all wrong,
I am mis-counting the days,
That pass in a blurr.
Meetings without meets,
Are ings I really don’t like,
But they continue.
I struggle to breath,
Under the dead weight of work,
That just loads and loads.