As falling leaves dance in the cool morning breeze
As the clouds close in with a promise of rain
A purple crested lourie adorns a nearby tree
With this backdrop of silence I prepare for my day
The frantic madness that defines the day
Is peppered with few moments of sanity
With the pressure of deadlines my nerves start to fray
And I wonder if all this is just vanity
Between ringing lines and that boss I can’t fathom
Concern for mom’s health can’t be entertained now
My client complains I feel patience unravel
I bite on my tongue and don’t say “You’re a cow!”
An eternity passes I glance at the wall
That clock can’t be right two more hours to eat?
As I dream of that shwarma and coke, my boss calls
More files to work through and more clients to greet
As the day trudges on my poor head feels the damage
The files on my desk seem to breed on their own
As I’m pressed to perform I don’t know how I’ll manage
I just long for a room with no laptop or phone
In all of this noise pandemonium reigns
The noise of that forklift and truck never cease
That whinging accountant could drive me insane
Yet in all this mayhem I still find your peace
My stomach still growls as I chat with a clerk
My coke and that shwarma have had a reprieve
I whisper my thanks for the blessing of work
As I head for the car park immensely relieved
As the clouds close in with a promise of rain
A purple crested lourie adorns a nearby tree
With this backdrop of silence I prepare for my day
The frantic madness that defines the day
Is peppered with few moments of sanity
With the pressure of deadlines my nerves start to fray
And I wonder if all this is just vanity
Between ringing lines and that boss I can’t fathom
Concern for mom’s health can’t be entertained now
My client complains I feel patience unravel
I bite on my tongue and don’t say “You’re a cow!”
An eternity passes I glance at the wall
That clock can’t be right two more hours to eat?
As I dream of that shwarma and coke, my boss calls
More files to work through and more clients to greet
As the day trudges on my poor head feels the damage
The files on my desk seem to breed on their own
As I’m pressed to perform I don’t know how I’ll manage
I just long for a room with no laptop or phone
In all of this noise pandemonium reigns
The noise of that forklift and truck never cease
That whinging accountant could drive me insane
Yet in all this mayhem I still find your peace
My stomach still growls as I chat with a clerk
My coke and that shwarma have had a reprieve
I whisper my thanks for the blessing of work
As I head for the car park immensely relieved
