Overworked
Each morning I rise with hope
By afternoon weariness sets in
With a cloud of doubt, it descends
Taking with it the waking dream
This day was just the same
Expectations were not met
Time marched on by
Without a second to spare
I had imagined there would be more
In this post-industrial world
I had a dream or had been sold one
Of time in the sun
Sitting with a peaceful mind
Knowing this was enough
Contributing in one small part
To the work that must be done
Instead, I am just another cog
Waiting to be put to work
Waiting my turn
Waiting in line
Waiting for a paycheck
Waiting to be fed
Waiting for the weekend
Waiting to be finished
Waiting to be dead?
-Camille Delaquise