life;duties to perform.

i found myself thinking earlier.

life itself,
it's just another job,
a task,
just to get through,
each day.

my life,
i get out of bed;
to eat,drink,and do the day.
or night if it's a week day.
and the point of it all?
to end the day in one piece.
then go to bed,
in readiness for the next one.
there's no inbetween.
no rhyme,
no reason.
it just,
IS.

i feel like that old co-op cart-horse.
who used to pull the cart every day.
day in,day out.
week in,week out.
no respite,
in perpetuity.

maybe i really HAVE,
died,
and gone to hell.

best not to think about it too much.
work'sleep,
work'sleep,
work'sleep,
die.

great ain' it.

onwards,
and downwards.

good luck with your's.