I can’t believe it,
Just one day back at my job.
And I’m exhausted.
Don’t over promise,
And don’t under deliver,
Do the best you can.
Chasing the blue lines,
Of the ruled notebook I use,
Words filling those lines.
Funny how it falls, the old mug as hits the ground, twists strangly then breaks.
Music does help me, relaxes me and cools me off, lost in random songs.
