Wake up to the blare of an alarm,
Light seeps through blinds half-drawn,
Another day in the carousel spins,
PPTs astray, calls to make till dawn.
Coffee’s bitter kiss, morning’s silent pact,
Faces blur, identities anything but intact
Emails pile up like autumn leaves,
To-do lists grow, unchecked and wild.
Lunch is a hurried affair, a silent respite,
Plans for the evening, half-formed, trite.
Thoughts drift to childhood’s simpler days,
Minus the weight of expectation and quest for success.
Night encroaches, thoughts unravel,
Sleep’s elusive promise, tomorrow’s plan to travel.
In the stillness, the mind’s eye whispers,
Is this the path? The purpose? The arrival?
Dreams muddled with reality’s blur,
In sleep’s embrace, the soul wanders.
Morning’s call, the cycle renews,
Adulting’s dance, relentless and true.