Sighs of A Worker

So what if I'm just one more brick in the wall?
I'm no more of a person than any of you, or no less of it!
Well maybe its true we go by different colours and different ranks
But is it true that our lives are but a cycle in a well of oblivion?

Ah, so much for the tyranny of early mornings and evening smogs
When all I ever want is to carve a place of my own in this lifetime
But not so much as to toe the line from sunrise to sunset is what we all crave
For a measly fold of crisp colourful papers it seems that this pain is all about!

Oh, and to think that in these precious two days that some of us could be ourselves again
But for much more worries of the future we fear that time when it ends in a handshake!
Be they golden or pink slips we now humbly lay down and die amidst these bills to pay
Even more sorrowful our precious ones who asks about who to pay for their schools!

Alas, this poem arrives to not an answer but still much of sighs
To this bored weak soul blogging at his office on the eve of his payday
Maybe next week he could take a few days off or something
But then he realised  that all his paid leaves are allbut used...

And so he goes back to work again as he caught sight of his wonderful saviour
To stop maybe for a bite or two later on, with friends he'd rather not be with
Then off he goes facing his dear worn-out monitor again, till five or six or maybe tonight...
Sad...indeed...sad indeed...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010